Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Healing (My Kitsune p3) ❯ Healing ( Chapter 3 )

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

Healing chp 3 ( New York 11-20-02)

"... The true seeker hunteth naught but the object of
his quest, and the lover hath no desire save union
with his beloved. Nor the seeker reach his goal unless
he sacrifices all things..."

-The Valley of Search
Rume



Intoxicating, a drug I can't get enough of. Every
drop of my Kurama, every inch of him. I sucked on the
new wounds I inflicted on his neck, the heady rich
taste made my insides sing with pleasure. I wanted
more but, that I cannot allow, he won't die not by a
long shot but such pleasure is best partaken of a
mouthful at a time. I lapped at the punctures sucking
gently using my ki to heal the second set of wounds I
had made. The first one was by my sword I had bitten
that shallow cut to force it to bleed some more and
Kurama's enjoyment of the pain I gave him encouraged
me.

Mine, all this mine. Every twisted aspect of his
mind, every facet of his personality, every shadow in
his heart, every ray of light in his soul, every drop
of his blood, every pound of flesh, every ounce of his
spirit.

All mine!

I accepted his thoughts unconditionally as I reached
inside of him with my Jagan, tearing veils, bringing
light to the dark recesses of his mind. I cast away my
reticience, my inhibitions, and gave him my all.

Every shadow of my memories, every scar on my heart,
every failure to give of myself, my innocence, my
anger, my insecurities, every shard of ice I had kept
to dampen my needs, and every iota of my ki. Flesh,
blood, bone, sinew...

I am his. No one elses. I commit myself to him, with
my heart and soul for as long as I live. And I keep
what is mine for good.

I saw Shuichi in his mind, that beautiful smile he
reserves just for me gracing that beautiful face, then
a younger short haired Kurama smirking at me a rose
under his nose brilliant green eyes full of secrets
beckoning me to learn them. The silent little boy who
knew too much and rarely smiled looked at me
curiously. A toddler with a shock of red hair happier
in the garden than indoors. An infant, helpless,
patiently waiting learning how to move those heavy
weak limbs.

...The woods, pain, I'm hurt, I tried dodging through
the trees, another arrow, I yelped and fell, I
couldn't move. My fur is tinged red with blood, arrows
pierce my side. I can't die like this!...

...The moon high and bright in the Makai sky, the
ground beneath me a blur as I ran, a box under my arm,
every blade of grass I pass became rigid green
spikes...

I gasped and opened my two eyes, his eyes remained
close, lips parted bruised and swollen with arousal, I
bent to kiss him and decided to take heed of our need.
I began tracing a path of kisses from his neck to his
chest. Every kiss became a piece of Kurama I took for
myself. I parted my lips over his collar bone and
learned about his love of poetry and words written by
humans hundreds and even thousands of years dead, the
center of his chest told me of plants in the makai and
in the ningenkai best suited for healing and for
killing, his belly taught me how to pleasure him, how
to love him like he wants...

...faces, demons, lovers and enemies, allies and
foes, the huge vocabulary of scents, that took
hundreds of years to gather...

"... your curse my son, now stand and fight me!!..."

...That scent, him again... mother! Mother! He
comes!!...

His neck is very sensitive, and his pebbled nipples
are a joy to play with. I am blind from the flashes of
his memories but I found his lips again, and his
knowledge of languages became mine, words, words, and
more words... He moaned and writhed under me trying
to get friction between us and I gasped when he
succeeded.

...My mother's soft warmth surrounded me, her scent
the very meaning of security, she licks my face to
clean me and check if I've been eating anything that
isn't good for me, I bared my belly to her scrutiny,
see mother? I've been a good kit...

...her smile, her golden eyes telling me how proud
she was of her only kit "...come then my little one
suppertime..."

I opened my single eye to the senses of his body and
was rewarded with the sensation of teeth on my chest.
I gasped at the thrill it brought me. I opened my mind
to him I want to share this experience.

...I can see a little hand holding a string of
leather, a shining sphere the color of tears dangled
from it, and a lady held me who wept crystals blown by
a wind that bit bitter cold deep to the bone...

... and the clouds, as I fell, covered the island of
my birth; I screamed but there was no one to catch
me...

He gasped and his eyes flew open unseeing. I have the
root of his arousal next to my cheek, learning his
scent as he learned mine, I parted my lips to taste
him.

...my hands shook in fists so tight they wounded my
palms. I focused on that pain, better that than the
fists and the sticks they used. Don't cry! Don't give
them what they want! Don't cry!!!...

...Sneaking out late to let the river wash my tears
away... the water is cold but it soothed my aching
bruises... I should stop coming here, the temptation
to let the river wash me to the sea is getting too
strong...

...mother why did you let them throw me away? Why
didn't you want me? Why...?

Hands, mouths open to recieve breaths that came in
gasps, skin against skin, our scents mingled, our
memories...

Tears?... But whose crying? I don't cry, they'll sell
my tears...

...Ironic that the river that washed my tears away
would take my mother's hiruseki from me...

Centuries, it's been centuries since I cried this
much!

Hands in my hair, hands on my hips, which scent is
mine? Kurama... Hiei... warmth enveloped me and this
taste, your scent... It's me..!

...Blinding pain I can't shut out! Shigure's done his
work, the Jagan is taking root, take this pain and
make it mine, make it my strength. Is that all you've
got! I am your master!!!...

"... I am your master I am Kissaki. Come slave
entertain me..."

..." NO!!! What are you...?!?! Shimatta!!! Stop! STOP
IT!!!"...

"... that's it beg me Kurama, you want it right? You
want me to fuck you?... respect? Your a whore, how
many hundreds before me Kurama? How many!?..."

Hurts! Kurama it hurts where it dosen't heal...

Hiei... my beloved, my little one, I am here I have
you, together we can mend, we will heal each other...

...Death all of you I give you Death!! I am strong, I
am not the helpless child you took advantage of! I
have taken your lives, you are nothing before me!!! I
killed them! I killed them all!!...

Why wasn't it enough...?

Anger is never enough, hate is a moral poison,
revenge accomplishes nothing but it's own vicious
cycle. This is why I will never be the Kyubi, I
understand too well the wisdom of humans.

I'm afraid... Kurama...

Touch me, take me, give us what we need! This... this
is what we need! You know what to do my love, yes, you
know what to do...

Rui, she lived so I can take my revenge on her, I was
too empty to care when she told me the woman who bore
me killed herself after she cast me from the island,
if I loose you... I'll loose myself...

...names so many names I've lost... Hiei! I am not
going to let you go! I am not going to loose you!...

...Kurama! I'm afraid!

That's it touch me, bring us together, complete this
circle, come inside me, give me your fear, let's face
it together...

I... I need you!

You won't hurt me little one, come, bring us
together...

I feel me... inside you...

A part of you is within me. Within all of me.

I need you! I need you!!

I burn for you! Love, bring our broken remains
together, make us whole.

Guide me, teach me...

This primal mating dance, it's rythm has been pounded
into every cell of our bodies, this instinct to mate,
no offspring shall be born from this union, but we
shall be borne to heights we have never known! Take us
there beloved, give us a taste of heaven, a reprieve
from this hell we call our lives, harder, faster...

Kurama!!!

Hiei!!!

Silence, as time stood still. I heard a duet of
primal screams, that came more from the gut than from
the completion, which halted the procession of
memories and anything coherent in our consciouseness.
I am filled as I spilled myself. The chaos of colors
that came from the pace of the dance condensed into
blinding white... then dimmed into the black poison of
love. Sweeter than honey a thousand times deadly, we
couldn't resist, we fell.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I groaned and dragged an eyelid open, I tried to
focus but I couldn't move, I didn't want to. My body
is so hot over me, I'm all sticky, I didn't move at
all since I fainted.

Wha-?

I opened my eyes and found a mess of red hair in my
face and black spikes covering part of the ceiling. I
blinked and lifted my head I encountered some
resistance. The bed. But...?

I saw my face then as my head jerked upward, green
eyes blinking trying to clear itself and red eyes
squinting blearily at me.

How can I have both 2 and 3 eyes?

Holy shit..... What have I done?

I felt my chests heave with my twinned gasp of
surprise. Who am I? Which am I?

A soul knows it's home.

I focused on the red Jagan staring down at me as I
concentrated on closing it. It took a while, but my
vision ceased to double, and my memories became mine
again. Hiei's face became clear and distinct his brows
a knot of concentration his lips in a line of
determination. He's trying to sort us out, but he
looks like... hmmm, he's so sexy my Hiei, I feel like
he's going to eat me.

I felt myself harden, and that made it easier to
distinguish my horny self.

"Not now you stupid fox, can't you see I'm trying to
disentangle us." I grinned up at him and rolled my
hips, he growled and his eyes focused on me, the Jagan
was half-mast I could still feel it's touch in me and
told Hiei without words that just the sight of him is
enough to make me hard.

He smirked and shook his head. "Do you know what
happened?" he asked, then reached beneath me and
touched me there, I hissed, I've been hurt, but it's
not bad, it was almost a month since Yomi touched me
last, guess I'm out of practice.

I closed my eyes and felt within myself for that
stain in my soul and found... found a warm burning
prescence that I know and love.

I'm free... I've been cleansed of Yomi's stench, and
this... this is my beloved, my Hiei. Tears stung my
shut lids.

I felt lips touch my eyelids gently "Your very
welcome my fox." I clung to him, I buried my face
against his neck, my happiness is overwhelming me.
"Oi, quit crying you stupid onna, your making me
sick." he said teasing me his voice gentle hands
stroking my hair back from my temples. I snorted and
pushed him away, that small special smile on his lips.

"I'm not a woman. And you've been rough." I chided
him.

His brows went up and he looked contrite as he said
"Sorry, I didn't know how to... but you seemed to like
it." his arms went around me again as he lay his head
on my shoulder "Will you forgive me? I'll be gentle
next time, I was... overwhelmed." he said softly.

I nodded my reply letting him know without words how
overwhelmed I was too. I didn't trust my voice,
because it's true Hiei didn't know how to be gentle
with foreplay, you don't exactly put effort into
pleasing a sex toy and that's all the expirience he
has concerning this act. Then there's his mixed up
instincts. I sighed, Hiei has much to learn, but he's
quick and I'll teach him all he wants.

I have to include 'teasing banter' into that list. I
really didn't mind his behavior but he took my chiding
seriously even if I hinted that I'm teasing him.

I don't mind what he did, no, not at all, I've never
felt anything like it, it was nothing like what Yomi
did to me. And the way he entered my mind... If I was
a house Yomi broke in, trashed a corner of my living
room, then dumped his 'things' there. Forcing his
personality his prescense into my consciousness, he
carved for himself a nitch in my own mind. I had to
lock down on that part of me so I won't feel him
looking at everything I do or communicate my feelings
to him without saying anything.

But Hiei knocked and I was expecting him, he came in
and made everything clean and spotless. He brought his
own baggages but I welcome that because I want him to
be a part of me. He set everything into order and
touched places deep within me, within us that had
always remained in the dark. He's there now a warm and
welcome prescence watching over me, protecting me from
the shadows in my own mind.

But... what is this sticky... I pushed him gently
away from me and sat up "Ugh." The smells of sex
permeated the air between us, making me hornier. I
looked at him as he looked down at his chest and then
at me. That beautiful smile no one has ever seen
except me is on his red bruised lips.

"Indeed." he said. I wanted to go to the bathroom and
wash-up but I wanted him at the same time. He came
into my arms then and wrapped himself around me, his
legs around my waist his arms around my neck.
"Bathroom." he ordered so I carried him like that all
the way to the bath trying very hard not to limp.

I felt amusement from him, he knows my discomfort,
but he also knew I would enjoy carrying him like a
child. His lips pressed against the aching bruise on
my neck where I had cut myself on his sword. He's
kissing the wound tenderly I could feel his ki healing
that ache until it was gone. The door to the bathroom
opened with a twist of thought I felt.

Or did I?

I stood there in the bathroom, and while I admired
the view he started kissing the other side of my neck
where he bit me in a fit of possesiveness.

Finally his... my possesive little demon.

There's an empty jacuzzi surrounded by tropical
palmera's, calamoundins and night jasmine in bloom.
The heady scent wanted me to leave this place and go
south where the winter never came. To a tropical beach
on a deserted island where we can romp naked just me
and Hiei. The weak winter sun filtered through the
floor to ceiling windows. Privacy was provided by the
plants and cleverly erected mirrors, that hid the 2
toilets. And there, a shower stall big enough for two,
with multiple shower heads all the way down the
booth's side.

I felt like I walked out of a Victorian England
maison and stepped into the bath of a modern English
Lord's mansion in India.

"I like this. These American's take their pleasures
seriously, I like their need for excess."

I chuckled.

"Counter, we need to brush out your hair." I obeyed.
I grabbed a towel and laid it out on the alabaster
marble top traced with black veins. I sat Hiei on the
towel so he won't feel cold. Everything was provided
for there are shaving implements, soaps, hand and body
lotion, bath pearls, bath salts, bubble bath, shampoo,
conditioner, body wash, luffas, toothbrushes,
toothpaste, mouthwash, combs, brushes and even, nail
clippers and nail files. All of them except the
consummmables came in neat boxes of oak nestled in
black velvet.

I bet when my travel agent called them they asked her
for a list of my prefferences.

I love these Americans.

I love my agent too but I'll have to let her go soon.
They could trace me from her.

Wait... with this much attention to detail I'm sure
they would have sent a limo for us? I cast back into
memory at the cards held up by drivers for
passengers... And I remembered an elderly person in a
black suit with a white card that said "M. Soo Ichy."
I laughed.

"Hn?" he asked

"We had Limo service, I missed it, they mispelled my
name." Then I stopped realizing something. Hiei was
looking at me and then he laughed.

"Am so itchy!" he said taking it from my mind. I
pouted at him but I was too full of good humor for it
to be serious. I watched him laugh knowing preciouse
few had seen him enjoy a really good one. I shook my
head helplessly.

"Alright already, I'm Mr. Am So Itchy. In a way it is
kinda true so I can't complain." he laughed again as I
wiped us down with a wet face towel. He'd burned his
bandages earlier and the wound is into the scarring
stage, Hiei's fast healing ability and the Youko's
touch did their wonders.

He sobered up and began brushing my hair with an
uncharacteristic grin on his face with his legs still
around me. I took a comb out and began combing up his
spikes. It was knot free and amazingly soft despite
the stiff apperance.

I heared the water in the Jacuzzi turn itself on, and
there it was again, I felt it, that twist of thought
sent out to do it's masters bidding. Actually it came
before the action, it's like I recognized the instant
of it's use after the action was over.

"I felt that love," I said as he ran the brush
through my hair picking out my arsenal and laying them
down on the counter top.

"I don't have a word for what happend." he murmured.
His brows troubled and I could see he's looking into
me again "Our souls are joined. I can see pieces of
myself in you and..." he held out a twig from my hair
I recognized as my black rose. He put the twig between
my lips and kissed me, using his will and my gift he
made the piece of stem blossom. When we parted lips I
had a thornless blackrose between my teeth. "There are
pieces of you in me."

I was awed. I took the rose from my lips and stared
at it. He can manipulate my youki.

"So can you." he said as he resumed disarming me by
brushing my hair out. "Go on, the water in the tub is
not hot enough for me. Touch me, touch the water."

"Well if you say so." I grinned as I dropped
the rose on the counter and touched him between the
legs, he glared at me.

I flinched and failed to suppress a laugh as he hit
me lightly with the back of the brush "Not there you
moron." I opened an eye and found him vainly trying to
suppress a smile. "C'mon, try it." he took my hands
and placed them on his cheeks.

I felt like I was in a trance as I held his cheeks
and looked into all three of his eyes,looking at that
barely open single eye made me sober up. I could feel
his ki shimmering under my fingers and all over me. I
looked at the tub and saw the water was halfway
already. Without touching the water I knew it's warm
enough for me but not warm enough for him. I needed it
to be this warm... and I felt it, a movement of my
thought as it lashed out at the water sending it up
from the middle like a bomb exploded in it's center.

"Ooops," I said

"Too strong." we said together and we shared a laugh.
And then he stopped all of a sudden and frowned.

I kissed him gently "What is it?" I asked brushing
the back of my fingers across his satin cheek.

"We are bound for life Kurama, do you understand?" He
took a handful of my hair and took a deep breath, "I
smell me on you, and anyone who looks into you now
will see me. Your scent is on me too, you have marked
me as I marked you. All I have to do is lean a little
and I'll know your thoughts, how you feel and... I
know about Kwannon's eye, how you stole it from Enma's
throne room I know what Yomi did to you, and the
things you did to stop an all out war, I understand
why you decided to run instead of fight. You are too
kind my fox." He kissed me again tenderly.

I gasped my hand flying over the stitches on my left
side. I forgot that... I forgot all about that...
"Hiei. I-"

"There are gaps in your memories I know. The Youko
knows things you don't and both of you have holes in
your past you accept. I know you Shuichi Kurama, I
know you Youko Kurama, but... there's a part of your
mind I don't know, he's a vague shadow that eluded me
and he carries the gaps in your memories."

"The silent one." he nodded. "There's-"

"-a reason why he kept things from you, I know." He
said finishing my sentence for me. "Is he...?"

"Trustworthy, yes, he's benevolent, never failed us
before. And we need him." he nodded.

"Then I have to trust his judgement too." his lips
told me he was displeased by that but he was willing
to accept it anyway.

"Hiei, I'm sorry, I..." he sighed and gave me a tired
smile.

"I know, I understand, there are things we do that
are so hard to put words to."

I lowered my head to his shoulder "What should I do?"

"You? It's US now." he said a slight reprimand in his
tone.

I smiled in apology "What are we going to do now?"

"The Changer's Mold, that... symbiote, is dangerous
to your health, your addicted to it, but it's very
useful." He touched the upper right part of my abdomen
where my liver and the mold, the parasite of my
creation lay. "This allows you to change from Youko to
human quickly because it injects a substance similar
to the fruit of past lives directly to your blood
stream, it also injects a form of adrenalin that
enables you to fight despite fatal injuries, when
active or activated it's waste products is littered
with endorphines that allow you to endure much pain.
But it grows and feeds on your liver, we have to cut
this out of you in 10 years or else you'll get
poisoned by it."

"Yes it will be messy, but I can survive it. I can
kill it off if I want to but the dead bits will have
to get out that way anyway."

"I can tolerate that in you but not the eye. I don't
like it it's telling me things I don't like. It sees
into the future and..." he lay a hand over the large
scar on my left side where I cut myself open as a
Youko to hide Enma's treasure that Yomi sent me out to
steal. He frowned "I think I can destroy it with my
Kokuryuha. But we need a large open space where the
dragon can take it's course."

"You can destroy it? The goddess' eye?"

"Yes." I saw him gnash his teeth "Enma Daiou got it
as a boon from her. This thing is near immortal and
was stolen before, thousands of years ago. It got
corrupted by it's stay away from it's master, that's
why Enma rarely uses it. There's a traitor in Koenma's
ranks who gave you the plans for the palace and the
exact location of the eye along with the security
measures set up to guard it. You were impressive my
fox, that was your finest steal to date. But... Enma's
not going to be happy."

"They won't find out unless he looks for it himself
or they do the inventory of artifacts which they just
concluded in 2000." A sad light came into his eyes and
I realized I was seeing a reflection of my own sad
smile on him. "I will return it before then, maybe
Enma will be merciful..." he nodded solemly.

"Yomi needed this to ensure victory over Enki and
even Yusuke. It acts like my Jagan and amplifies the
user's abilities a thousand fold. Enma Daiou himself
wears this as a ring when he goes to fight. Yes it
will be a while before they see that the ring you put
on Enma's statue is a fake.

"How'd you know all of this? From my mind?"

He paused troubled " Yes and... Don't you hear it
Kurama?" he asked me.

"Hear? No, I don't..." I gasped, it can talk?

"It's talking to me telling me things, I don't like
it." He looked up at me. His eyes large and troubled.

"What's it telling you?" I asked. He frowned.

"It's telling me that if I make it a part of me, I
can become a god."