Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Keiko's Stalker ❯ Impending Danger ( Chapter 2 )
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By: PumkinQueen 
The Stalker's on the move!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Updated On: 06.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
The Stalker's on the move!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Updated On: 06.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho was created Yoshihiro Togashi! I’m afraid I have yet to create anything worth while, but I’m working on it! All original characters I decide to create are mine.
“talking”
‘thinking’
R 16;telepathic communication’
Chapter 2: Impending Danger
I climb silently up the stairs, a knife clutched tightly in my had. Normally I’d forget the knife, but I know how much of a spitfire my Keiko can be. Turning towards the door I know leads to her room, my hand reaches out to grasp the handle. Rotating it in my hand, I listen to the mechanism work with its small clicks and squeals. As soon as it unlatches, I slowly push the door open, wary of any noises the door might make. Then, I see her.
My tenshi lying there, on her light blue bed, in nothing more than a thin sports bra and a pair of polyester boxers, no doubt trying to escape the heat of the nearing summer. I glide over to the bed and look down upon her angelic face.
On a random impulse, I raise the razor sharp knife up and bring it to her right cheek. Applying a little pressure, I drag it from the side of her eye to right above her chin, a thin trail of blood appearing where the knife sliced her with its sharp blade. I smile seeing that she doesn’t even stir.
At the site of her life’s blood flowing from the wound I gave her, I feel the need to taste her. All caution leaving me, I bend my head down to lap up the delicious looking fluid. Groaning at the taste, I close my eyes, as my hand unconsciously wander up to fondle her full breast.
Suddenly, she’s stiff beneath me. I open my eyes, only to stare into wide, panic filled, brown eyes. As she stares into my eyes, I see her panic turn to terror.
Backing slightly away from me, she opens and closes her mouth repeatedly, as if trying to find her voice. When her back hits the wall, I stretch my hand out trying to seize the small girl.
Unfortunately for me, she finds her voice, and screams.
Lunging forward, I hit the pressure point in her shoulder, knocking her out cold. I reach to pick her up, in order to take her with me, when I feel an strong aura approaching.
Extending my senses, I find that it’s the black haired squirt, coming at an inhuman speed. Looking down at my tenshi, I take the blade I hold in my hand and write, directly above her navel, the kanji for “mine”.
I step back into the shadow’s. I would take her with me, but I do not have the ability to, seeing as I cannot hide her aura at the same time as my own.
Looking one last time at my blood covered tenshi, I slowly retreat from her room at begin to return to my dwellings in order to think and revise my plans to capture Yukimura, Keiko.
Hiei ran at his top speed, intent on reach the Yukimura residence as quickly as possible. He had been resting on his favorite tree in the park by the Kitsune’s apartment, when he had heard her distant scream.
Six month ago he wouldn’t have given a damn if something had happened to her, but now, after six months of seeing her on an nearly daily bases, she had fallen into his heart as a sister. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.
Reaching the block Keiko live on, he began to faintly smell her blood. Not bothering to knock, he quickly opened her window and stepped in, only to have his heart drop at the site he saw.
Her bed was soaked with blood. Quickly walking over to her side, he inwardly cringed at the cut that marred her porcelain face, watching as her blood flowed freely from it and matted her hair. What worried him most though was the blood that was pooled on her stomach and flowing down her side onto the tangled bed sheets. The blood flow seem consistent, and he could only hope that the injury was not as bad as it seemed.
Picking her up carefully, he thought of places he could take her, seeing as he couldn‘t heal her himself. Genkia’s was out of the question because of the distance, and he didn’t want to deal with the idiotic, human doctors, that truthfully didn’t know much about healing. That left him with the Kitsune’s place. It was a little far but he didn’t have much choice.
Cradling her carefully, Hiei made his way across town, carrying his precious bundle.
Kurama was having one hell of a time trying sleeping. Immediately after dropping Keiko of at her house, he went home and changed for his up coming dinner with his mother. At the moment he wanted nothing more than to call and cancel, but with him not really taking the time to visit her recently, he understood that she missed him.
After a very interesting dinner with his mother and her new husband. Kurama arrived back home with more than a little on his mind. He was concerned, very concerned. Youko had not said anything all night, not even an derogatory remark toward there new step father, and his uneasy presence was really beginning to peeve Kurama.
Normally, Kurama would consider Youko’s silence a blessing, but with the silence having started right after sensing the killing intent at Keiko’s house, he was becoming fretful.
Rolling over in his bed, Kurama blink when he begin to sense Hiei approaching at an unusually fast rate. Alarmed, Kurama rose from his bed, and open his window for Hiei’s imminent arrival.
Turning to look at the clock on the nightstand, Kurama blinked yet again as it read two thirty-seven am. Hiei might not live as a normal human, but he normally didn’t disturb him at such a late hour. Then Kurama began to smell him, or more importantly them, and his heart stopped.
There mix with Hiei’s scent, was the ever so pure scent of the one he cherished. That wonderful scent of mourning morning dew, was tainted, with the sickly sweet smell of her life’s blood.
Now more alarmed than ever, Kurama stood at the window waiting anxiously for Hiei’s arrival. In the distance, Kurama sees him flit from building to building, carefully caring a blood covered Keiko. As Hiei lands in the tree outside his window, Kurama steps aside, allowing Hiei entrance. A brief thought flutters through his mind that he is once again thankful for choosing this apartment.
Motioning for Hiei to put her on his bed, Kurama goes to the kitchen for a bowl of water and rags. Returning to the room, not a word is spoken between the two, as Kurama brings a damp rag to her crimson covered stomach. Her face would be dealt with, but first they had to know the extent of her injuries. Carefully running the rag across her stomach, Kurama begins the tedious task of cleaning her wounds with Hiei watching closely.
Several rags and bowls of water later, Kurama and Hiei both did a double take, while looking at the kanji that had been crudely carved into her. While the carving didn’t seem to be deep, the steady blood flow worried them.
Kurama went to his bathroom, and quickly retrieved all the gauze and bandages he had. Returning once again to his bedroom, Kurama took several of the gauze and pressed them firmly onto the bleeding wound, in an attempt to lessen the bleeding. When the flow became heavier, Kurama nearly panicked.
Removing the now soaked gauzes, Kurama took a delicate sniff of air. Mixed in with the sweet smell of Keiko’s life blood was an, almost nonexistent, bitter smell.
‘Red use the Zen'yu Gekidoku Ichinensou ,NOW!’ Youko cried, his presence now in the front of Kurama’s mind.
Kurama jumped slightly at the loud cry in his mind. Quickly gaining his composer again, he reached into his hair and extracted a seed. Pressing his youki into the small seed, he concentrated on making the life saving plant grow.
Once the plat was at full maturity, he pulled several leaves off of the plant. He quickly placed them in his mouth and began chewing as he did not have time to properly ground them into a paste. Spitting out the concoction onto his hand, Kurama grabbed another damp rag, and wiped away the blood that had once again built up on top of her abdomen. With that done, he tossed the rag to the side and slowly began applying the make shift paste to the delicate wound.
Leaning back, they both watched as the wound sizzled quietly, and the poison began leaking from the wound. Handing Hiei a rag, Kurama wordlessly instructed him to begin cleaning the wound as he place the remaining paste her cut cheek.
An hour later, both Hiei and Kurama looked at the now bandaged Keiko lying on Kurama’s newly changed sheets. With the poison having been completely removed, her wounds had finally stopped bleeding. All that was left to do now was to wait for Keiko to wake.
Taking all the blood stained rags, Kurama went to his kitchen and dumped them on his sheets in the kitchen sink. Turning the faucet onto hot water, allow the water to poor over the bloodied item, hopefully removing the blood without it staining.
Turning around, Kurama looked pointedly at Hiei in a silent demand to talk.
Leaning against the wall, Hiei told Kurama the circumstances in which he had found Keiko and why he had brought him to Kurama.
With a grim frown on his face Kurama thought over everything Hiei had told him. “Are you sure there wasn’t anyone still there?”
“I didn’t stop to look. My goal was to get her treated.”
Nodding slightly in acknowledgment, Kurama began to think once more.
‘This might be the reason her scent has been filled with fear recently.’
‘Red, do you think she’s been attacked before?’
Kurama mentally shook his head. ‘No, but even humans can to some degree sense impending danger.’
“Kitsine, we should let the detective know about this. She’s not his mate to be anymore, but she’s still his kin.”
Nodding once again, Kurama felt his body tire, no longer running on adrenaline. “We shall do so some time after day break. For now we should both rest.”
“Hn” was Kurama’s only response as Hiei, turned to walk back into the bedroom. Kurama followed him silently into the room, only to see him sitting on the branch directly outside his window.
Turning to look at the clock he groaned slightly as it read four fifteen am. Setting the alarm for nine, he decided to skip college classes, by technicality, later that day. After carefully tucking Keiko into the bed, Kurama sat down leaning against the bed and soon fell prey to the overwhelming exhaustion.
Glossary
Gekidoku- deadly poison
Ichinensou- annual (plant)
Kitsune- fox
Tenshi- angel
Youki- demon energy (that is only in Japanese you compounds)
Zen’yu- complete healing
I just found out something very interesting. We all know that Inu means dog. But did you know that Yasha means female demon. So Inuyasha means female dog demon. It’s got nothing to do with this story and anime but I thought I’d share the info.
Just so people know I may not be able to upload for the next two weeks, but it won’t be any longer than two weeks. I’ll try to make the next one longer!
I only got one review, but I’m happy. Thank you, Gabbyreader, for your inspiring comments!
Please Review!
Till Next Time,
PumkinQueen
“talking”
‘thinking’
R 16;telepathic communication’
Chapter 2: Impending Danger
I climb silently up the stairs, a knife clutched tightly in my had. Normally I’d forget the knife, but I know how much of a spitfire my Keiko can be. Turning towards the door I know leads to her room, my hand reaches out to grasp the handle. Rotating it in my hand, I listen to the mechanism work with its small clicks and squeals. As soon as it unlatches, I slowly push the door open, wary of any noises the door might make. Then, I see her.
My tenshi lying there, on her light blue bed, in nothing more than a thin sports bra and a pair of polyester boxers, no doubt trying to escape the heat of the nearing summer. I glide over to the bed and look down upon her angelic face.
On a random impulse, I raise the razor sharp knife up and bring it to her right cheek. Applying a little pressure, I drag it from the side of her eye to right above her chin, a thin trail of blood appearing where the knife sliced her with its sharp blade. I smile seeing that she doesn’t even stir.
At the site of her life’s blood flowing from the wound I gave her, I feel the need to taste her. All caution leaving me, I bend my head down to lap up the delicious looking fluid. Groaning at the taste, I close my eyes, as my hand unconsciously wander up to fondle her full breast.
Suddenly, she’s stiff beneath me. I open my eyes, only to stare into wide, panic filled, brown eyes. As she stares into my eyes, I see her panic turn to terror.
Backing slightly away from me, she opens and closes her mouth repeatedly, as if trying to find her voice. When her back hits the wall, I stretch my hand out trying to seize the small girl.
Unfortunately for me, she finds her voice, and screams.
Lunging forward, I hit the pressure point in her shoulder, knocking her out cold. I reach to pick her up, in order to take her with me, when I feel an strong aura approaching.
Extending my senses, I find that it’s the black haired squirt, coming at an inhuman speed. Looking down at my tenshi, I take the blade I hold in my hand and write, directly above her navel, the kanji for “mine”.
I step back into the shadow’s. I would take her with me, but I do not have the ability to, seeing as I cannot hide her aura at the same time as my own.
Looking one last time at my blood covered tenshi, I slowly retreat from her room at begin to return to my dwellings in order to think and revise my plans to capture Yukimura, Keiko.
Hiei ran at his top speed, intent on reach the Yukimura residence as quickly as possible. He had been resting on his favorite tree in the park by the Kitsune’s apartment, when he had heard her distant scream.
Six month ago he wouldn’t have given a damn if something had happened to her, but now, after six months of seeing her on an nearly daily bases, she had fallen into his heart as a sister. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.
Reaching the block Keiko live on, he began to faintly smell her blood. Not bothering to knock, he quickly opened her window and stepped in, only to have his heart drop at the site he saw.
Her bed was soaked with blood. Quickly walking over to her side, he inwardly cringed at the cut that marred her porcelain face, watching as her blood flowed freely from it and matted her hair. What worried him most though was the blood that was pooled on her stomach and flowing down her side onto the tangled bed sheets. The blood flow seem consistent, and he could only hope that the injury was not as bad as it seemed.
Picking her up carefully, he thought of places he could take her, seeing as he couldn‘t heal her himself. Genkia’s was out of the question because of the distance, and he didn’t want to deal with the idiotic, human doctors, that truthfully didn’t know much about healing. That left him with the Kitsune’s place. It was a little far but he didn’t have much choice.
Cradling her carefully, Hiei made his way across town, carrying his precious bundle.
Kurama was having one hell of a time trying sleeping. Immediately after dropping Keiko of at her house, he went home and changed for his up coming dinner with his mother. At the moment he wanted nothing more than to call and cancel, but with him not really taking the time to visit her recently, he understood that she missed him.
After a very interesting dinner with his mother and her new husband. Kurama arrived back home with more than a little on his mind. He was concerned, very concerned. Youko had not said anything all night, not even an derogatory remark toward there new step father, and his uneasy presence was really beginning to peeve Kurama.
Normally, Kurama would consider Youko’s silence a blessing, but with the silence having started right after sensing the killing intent at Keiko’s house, he was becoming fretful.
Rolling over in his bed, Kurama blink when he begin to sense Hiei approaching at an unusually fast rate. Alarmed, Kurama rose from his bed, and open his window for Hiei’s imminent arrival.
Turning to look at the clock on the nightstand, Kurama blinked yet again as it read two thirty-seven am. Hiei might not live as a normal human, but he normally didn’t disturb him at such a late hour. Then Kurama began to smell him, or more importantly them, and his heart stopped.
There mix with Hiei’s scent, was the ever so pure scent of the one he cherished. That wonderful scent of mourning morning dew, was tainted, with the sickly sweet smell of her life’s blood.
Now more alarmed than ever, Kurama stood at the window waiting anxiously for Hiei’s arrival. In the distance, Kurama sees him flit from building to building, carefully caring a blood covered Keiko. As Hiei lands in the tree outside his window, Kurama steps aside, allowing Hiei entrance. A brief thought flutters through his mind that he is once again thankful for choosing this apartment.
Motioning for Hiei to put her on his bed, Kurama goes to the kitchen for a bowl of water and rags. Returning to the room, not a word is spoken between the two, as Kurama brings a damp rag to her crimson covered stomach. Her face would be dealt with, but first they had to know the extent of her injuries. Carefully running the rag across her stomach, Kurama begins the tedious task of cleaning her wounds with Hiei watching closely.
Several rags and bowls of water later, Kurama and Hiei both did a double take, while looking at the kanji that had been crudely carved into her. While the carving didn’t seem to be deep, the steady blood flow worried them.
Kurama went to his bathroom, and quickly retrieved all the gauze and bandages he had. Returning once again to his bedroom, Kurama took several of the gauze and pressed them firmly onto the bleeding wound, in an attempt to lessen the bleeding. When the flow became heavier, Kurama nearly panicked.
Removing the now soaked gauzes, Kurama took a delicate sniff of air. Mixed in with the sweet smell of Keiko’s life blood was an, almost nonexistent, bitter smell.
‘Red use the Zen'yu Gekidoku Ichinensou ,NOW!’ Youko cried, his presence now in the front of Kurama’s mind.
Kurama jumped slightly at the loud cry in his mind. Quickly gaining his composer again, he reached into his hair and extracted a seed. Pressing his youki into the small seed, he concentrated on making the life saving plant grow.
Once the plat was at full maturity, he pulled several leaves off of the plant. He quickly placed them in his mouth and began chewing as he did not have time to properly ground them into a paste. Spitting out the concoction onto his hand, Kurama grabbed another damp rag, and wiped away the blood that had once again built up on top of her abdomen. With that done, he tossed the rag to the side and slowly began applying the make shift paste to the delicate wound.
Leaning back, they both watched as the wound sizzled quietly, and the poison began leaking from the wound. Handing Hiei a rag, Kurama wordlessly instructed him to begin cleaning the wound as he place the remaining paste her cut cheek.
An hour later, both Hiei and Kurama looked at the now bandaged Keiko lying on Kurama’s newly changed sheets. With the poison having been completely removed, her wounds had finally stopped bleeding. All that was left to do now was to wait for Keiko to wake.
Taking all the blood stained rags, Kurama went to his kitchen and dumped them on his sheets in the kitchen sink. Turning the faucet onto hot water, allow the water to poor over the bloodied item, hopefully removing the blood without it staining.
Turning around, Kurama looked pointedly at Hiei in a silent demand to talk.
Leaning against the wall, Hiei told Kurama the circumstances in which he had found Keiko and why he had brought him to Kurama.
With a grim frown on his face Kurama thought over everything Hiei had told him. “Are you sure there wasn’t anyone still there?”
“I didn’t stop to look. My goal was to get her treated.”
Nodding slightly in acknowledgment, Kurama began to think once more.
‘This might be the reason her scent has been filled with fear recently.’
‘Red, do you think she’s been attacked before?’
Kurama mentally shook his head. ‘No, but even humans can to some degree sense impending danger.’
“Kitsine, we should let the detective know about this. She’s not his mate to be anymore, but she’s still his kin.”
Nodding once again, Kurama felt his body tire, no longer running on adrenaline. “We shall do so some time after day break. For now we should both rest.”
“Hn” was Kurama’s only response as Hiei, turned to walk back into the bedroom. Kurama followed him silently into the room, only to see him sitting on the branch directly outside his window.
Turning to look at the clock he groaned slightly as it read four fifteen am. Setting the alarm for nine, he decided to skip college classes, by technicality, later that day. After carefully tucking Keiko into the bed, Kurama sat down leaning against the bed and soon fell prey to the overwhelming exhaustion.
Glossary
Gekidoku- deadly poison
Ichinensou- annual (plant)
Kitsune- fox
Tenshi- angel
Youki- demon energy (that is only in Japanese you compounds)
Zen’yu- complete healing
I just found out something very interesting. We all know that Inu means dog. But did you know that Yasha means female demon. So Inuyasha means female dog demon. It’s got nothing to do with this story and anime but I thought I’d share the info.
Just so people know I may not be able to upload for the next two weeks, but it won’t be any longer than two weeks. I’ll try to make the next one longer!
I only got one review, but I’m happy. Thank you, Gabbyreader, for your inspiring comments!
Please Review!
Till Next Time,
PumkinQueen