Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Keiko's Stalker ❯ Fear of Friends ( Chapter 3 )
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By: PumkinQueen 
The Stalker Strikes in home turf
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.19.2007 | Updated On: 04.07.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 389 | Status: Work In Progress
The Stalker Strikes in home turf
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.19.2007 | Updated On: 04.07.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 389 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho is MINE!! (Takes gun and starts shooting at lawyers) I will never give it up! >P (a lawyer shoots me in the chest and I speak my last words) I give Yu Yu Hakusho to Yoshihiro Togashi. (Gets up and heals myself) All right guys, that’s a rap! (All the lawyers walk away.) All original characters I decide to create belong to me.
“talking”
‘thinking’
‘telepathic communication’
Lime/molestation warning
Chapter 3: Fear of Friends
I walked into the room careful to keep in the shadows not that that was hard, seeing as the room itself was mostly covered in shadows.
Looking toward the bed I see my precious tenshi bandaged carefully on the bed. Turning toward the window, I notice that it seems to be the only source of light. Strolling over to the window, I move to close the blinds and see the black haired boy sleeping in the tree.
Smiling widely, I remember that it was thanks to him that I knew where my tenshi was.
I had just walked out of my tenshi’s house when I noticed him flit off in the direction of my own home. Curiosity peaked; I followed silently behind, easily keeping up with his speed.
When he arrived at an apartment building only a few blocks away from where I lived, I watched attentively as he entered an open window on the third floor.
Yes, it was thanks to him that I am where I am now.
After firmly locking the window, I close the blinds, causing the room to almost completely blacken.
I turned around to once again look upon my tenshi, only to have my sight of her obscured by the now standing red head.
Kurama awakened at the change of light in the room. Still a bit groggy, he wondered somewhat as to who closed the blinds. Standing in order to reopen the blinds, he took a step forward. He was then suddenly was filled with pain from the neck down. Falling forward, he sank to his knees, finding that he was not able to descend any further thanks to a mysteriously warm mass. Fighting to stay awake, Kurama found that he was losing as fell victim to the dark abyss, Youko shouting violently in the back of his fading conscience.
I looked down to gaze upon the red head that had fallen against me. I was somewhat surprised to have knocked him out so easily, then again his exhaustion was easy to see.
Raising him of the ground with ease I set him gently against the bed, careful not to cause any sound that might disturb the resting black haired man outside. With that done I return my attention to my exquisite tenshi.
Quickly removing the sheet and light quilt that covered her, I gaze upon her lovely form. I notice that she is still clothed in the now blood covered bra and boxers. Licking my lips, I look at the bandages covering her midsection and remember the delectable flavor of my tenshi’s life’s wine.
Slowly, my gaze drifted upward so that I could view my tenshi’s beloved face. Lifting my hand up, I softly caress her bandage covered cheek, contemplating on what I should do.
It was too risky to take her now, seeing as the black haired one would sense it immediately, but I can’t just leave without doing anything. I grin as a thought comes to mind. I want to taste her again, but I do not wish to taste her blood. No, I wish to taste something much sweeter.
Climbing on the bed for better reach, I move hurriedly to remove her boxers, eager to gaze upon her femininity.
Climbing on the bed for better reach, I move hurriedly to remove her boxers, eager to gaze upon her femininity. Completely removing the boxers from her limp form, I impatiently spread her long legs and relish in the sight of her nude sex.
Reaching forward, I palm the smooth mound before me. It didn’t surprise me that she shaved, not with those skimpy outfits the lecherous school board required all of the girls to wear.
Bending a finger, I softly caress the soft, delicate folds beneath my hand. After a few minutes of petting her outer folds, I spread them in order to feel her inner folds. I frown slightly as I notice she’s still dry. Oh well, that’s easily remedied.
Sliding my finger up her vulva, I seek out the small bundle of nerves that would fix the problem. As soon as I find her clit, I begin to slowly rub around it.
After rubbing her clit for a short amount of time, I dip my finger back into her folds, grinning at their slight wetness. Moving up to her nub once again, I continue rubbing circles around it.
Looking up at my tenshi’s face, I feel slightly disappointed that she doesn’t react. It didn’t surprise me though; they had to have used a powerful antidote to cure the doku that covered my knife’s blade.
Again, dipping my finger into her soft petals, I feel her for a few more moments before deciding she’s wet enough.
Removing my finger, I move to slightly lie on my stomach and hastily move her legs to my shoulders, making it easy for me to closely examine my tenshi’s lovely flower.
Using my elbows to prop myself up, I use my fingers to spread her delicate petals. Inspecting her closely, I etch what I see before me into my mind. With her outer folds spread, I could see her glistening inner folds quite well.
Lazily, I extend my tongue out, leisurely lap at her inner fold, relishing in the flavor of her sweet nectar. After enjoying my first taste for a moment, I dart my tongue to her fold for a second taste, then a third. Soon, I’m lapping at her folds quite vigorously, but, it wasn’t enough. I want to taste her completely, taste as my tenshi cums over my tongue.
I move up to her pleasure bud and begin sucking lightly, hoping to complete my task quickly. While I didn’t want to end my feast so soon, I knew the longer I did what I was doing, the more risk there was in getting caught.
Then I felt it, my tenshi’s hips buck slightly. Ecstatic to know that she was finally responding to my attentions, I put some more gusto into my actions.
Raising a finger, I slowly push it into her tight warmth. While continuing my now vigorous sucking, I begin to move my finger in and out of her pussy. Stopping my attention on her clit, I lean back slightly so I can watch my finger slide in and out.
Carefully, I add another finger and gradually pick up my pace. I watch as my tenshi unconsciously begins to move with me.
Feeling her inner muscle tighten, I start to flick my tongue over her engorged bud as I maintain the speed of my fingers.
Finally, my tenshi’s body stiffens and she clamps tightly down on my fingers, making it so that my fingers are pulled in as far as they could go. I smile as I reach resistance.
As soon as I can remove my fingers I drink every drop of her deliciously sweet nectar, but before long I feel her begin to stir.
Lifting myself back up to my knees, I look into my tenshi’s sleep dazed eyes and smirk down at her. I watch as her eyes widen slightly.
Raising my hand to once again feel her drenched warmth, I hear the window rattle. I feel slightly saddened that it was not to be, but I’m not discouraged.
Fading back into the shadows, I leave the building, my mind playing back what just happened as I walk smiling home.
Keiko woke to the most amazing of feelings. She felt sated and more relaxed than she’d been in months, but something didn’t seem right. Keiko lied in the bed with her eye closed for a while, trying to wrap her drowsy mind around what might be wrong.
Slowly, Keiko realized that it was not her bed. Confused beyond belief, she forced her eyes open, and worked on focusing her fuzzed sight.
Gradually, Keiko’s vision began to clear, allowing her to meet forest green eyes surrounded by a haze of red.
Instantly becoming alert, Keiko quickly became aware of the fact that she was very naked from the waist down, and was quite wet at that.
Keiko opened her mouth to scream, only to discover that her throat was quite parched, allowing nothing more than a small squeak to fall from her mouth.
Keiko watched as the fazed sea of green and red disappeared from her sight, and hastily she try to sit up. She discovered, though, that her arms would barely move. Keiko panicked. She wasn’t quite sure what might have occurred, but she was sure of two things;
She was not on her bed and that she was half naked.
With adrenaline induced muscles Keiko shakily managed to push herself up into a sitting position. Just as she got her head to stop spinning from moving to quickly, she heard a crashing sound, like braking glass, to her right.
Sluggishly, Keiko turned her head towards the source of pale light that now flooded the room. Keiko tensed in alarm as she spotted a human shaped shadow with her hazed vision, only to relax when she saw that the shadow had very familiar, piercing red eyes.
“Hiei?” Keiko asked. In the back over her mind her modesty told her to cover herself, but unfortunately the haze that seemed to be continuously shrouding her mind wouldn’t allow her to quite comprehend the thought.
An instant after she had said his name, Hiei had covered Keiko with the quilt that had been tossed to the floor and pulled her into an embrace because of the silent tears that Keiko was unknowingly shedding.
Leaning into the embrace, Keiko allowed herself to become dead weight in his arm and began trying to remember all of the events that had occurred from the beginning of the previous day up until now.
Hiei silently stood with the young girl in his arms, and walked out of the bedroom in to the small living room. Gently lowering himself to sit on the couch, he sat there silently comforting the distraught girl who seemed to have fallen into some contemplative reverie.
Seeing that it wouldn’t be likely that Keiko would be moving anytime soon, Hiei decided to do some thinking of his own.
Thinking back, he remembered watching as the Kitsune fell asleep leaning against his bed. Knowing that Keiko was safe he allowed himself to fall into a light sleep outside Kurama’s window. But the sweet oblivion wasn’t there for long.
Waking to an unusual pulse in Keiko’s chi, Hiei found himself staring at a window with blinds down, blocking the view he required. Moving to open the window, he quickly learned that it was locked.
Hiei became alarmed as him brain finally registered the smell of fear and arousal in Keiko’s scent.
With the window locked Hiei knew he would have to break through the window, he would apologize to the Kitsune later. Moving back on the branch Hiei braced himself for the impact, and lunged.
Once he broke through, landing among the shattered glass, Hiei had done a quick inspection of the room, before turning his attention to the half naked Keiko.
Watching as she turned to him, Hiei nearly took a step back, as the amount of fear in her eyes was overwhelming. Never in all his years of knowing her, with all the youkia that had either attacked or kidnapped, himself included, he had never seen that amount of fear in her eyes.
Hearing her questioning call, and seeing the fear within her eyes lesson, Hiei had quickly gathered the discarded quilt and covered Keiko. Which brought him to the situation he was in now.
Glancing toward the bedroom door, he wondered if he should have looked over the Kitsune more thoroughly. With the short look over he had given the Kitsune before turning his attention to Keiko, Hiei figured that with the Kitsune still breathing and appearing to be unharmed that he was fine.
Moving his gaze to Keiko, who had seemed to sober up somewhat, Hiei quickly assessed the situation.
As much as he hated to admit it, Keiko had been sexually molested while under the careful watch of both the Kitsune and himself.
The Kitsune was clearly incapacitated, it was apparent in the way he didn’t move when he had smashed through the window and then there was also the fact that he wasn’t up before he got into the room. With the Kitsune having been closer to Keiko than himself, and the fact that the Kitsune’s sense of smell being much better than his own, he should have been on alert if only for a second or two. Which means that whoever did this had managed to incapacitate the Kitsune before he even could comprehend it.
There was on thing he couldn’t understand, and that one thing unnerved him quite a bit. Even if whoever did this was good enough to get past the Kitsune, he still should have been able to sense him, after all he never sleeps with a three eyes fully closed. His jagan was always open slightly and aware. No matter how good a person’s or demon’s concealing abilities, he always been able to sense them.
Hiei sat contemplating for what seemed like hours, quietly comforting Keiko all the while, when he had heard movement in the bedroom. Opening his jagan more than it already was, Hiei looked into the other room and watched as the Kitsune slowly came to conscience.
Kurama woke with the worst headache he thought he ever had in his life, and Yoko’s incomprehensible shouting wasn’t helping much. Moving his hand to the back of his neck, where the pain seemed to be most intense, he slowly began rubbing to ease the pain while trying to think of what could have cause the pain.
Abruptly Kurama’s mind was filled with the memories of the previous night. Jumping up he spun around to look upon the now empty bed. Panicking as his senses came to him, allowing him to clearly smell the scents of sex and fear in the room.
Feeling Hiei’s aura in the living room, he quickly walked to the room and his heart ripped painfully at what he saw. It wasn’t the fact that Keiko was in Hiei’s arms that caused his heart to drop, that he was fine with. It was the way she lay limp in his arms, the state of clothing she was in, and the heart breaking look of petrifying fear on her face as she looked down at her lap.
Stepping closer to the two, he tried to think of something to say and failed miserably. Watching as Hiei took his gaze off of Keiko and met his, Kurama near took a step back at the mixed to of worry and fury in Hiei’s eyes.
Slowly, Kurama began to understand the events that had occur after what ever it was knocked him out, and felt sick.
Feeling the sudden need to be close to her and comfort her, much like Hiei was doing now, Kurama walked forward and stopped in front of the two.
“Keiko.” Kurama whisper quietly, feeling his throat contract around a lump that had mysteriously appeared.
Hiei and Kurama watch as one of Keiko’s fingers twitched and she slowly raised her head to look at Kurama.
Then Kurama felt the worst pain he thought he could ever feel in his life as Keiko did something that had only occurred in his worst nightmare.
She screamed.
Glossary
ki: (also known as chi or qi) life force or spiritual energy
Doku: poison
Jagan: Hiei’s third eye
Kitsune: fox
Tenshi: angel
Youkia: demon
I am so sorry! I was planning on having this done in two weeks but than life decided to throw in some problems
My computer needed fixed, so I sent it in,
Then I got it back and had to wait for parts
Then I found out that they fixed my computer wrong, so I had to send it in again
In any case here’s the third chapter.
Please give me reviews!
Till next time,
PumkinQueen
“talking”
‘thinking’
‘telepathic communication’
Lime/molestation warning
Chapter 3: Fear of Friends
I walked into the room careful to keep in the shadows not that that was hard, seeing as the room itself was mostly covered in shadows.
Looking toward the bed I see my precious tenshi bandaged carefully on the bed. Turning toward the window, I notice that it seems to be the only source of light. Strolling over to the window, I move to close the blinds and see the black haired boy sleeping in the tree.
Smiling widely, I remember that it was thanks to him that I knew where my tenshi was.
I had just walked out of my tenshi’s house when I noticed him flit off in the direction of my own home. Curiosity peaked; I followed silently behind, easily keeping up with his speed.
When he arrived at an apartment building only a few blocks away from where I lived, I watched attentively as he entered an open window on the third floor.
Yes, it was thanks to him that I am where I am now.
After firmly locking the window, I close the blinds, causing the room to almost completely blacken.
I turned around to once again look upon my tenshi, only to have my sight of her obscured by the now standing red head.
Kurama awakened at the change of light in the room. Still a bit groggy, he wondered somewhat as to who closed the blinds. Standing in order to reopen the blinds, he took a step forward. He was then suddenly was filled with pain from the neck down. Falling forward, he sank to his knees, finding that he was not able to descend any further thanks to a mysteriously warm mass. Fighting to stay awake, Kurama found that he was losing as fell victim to the dark abyss, Youko shouting violently in the back of his fading conscience.
I looked down to gaze upon the red head that had fallen against me. I was somewhat surprised to have knocked him out so easily, then again his exhaustion was easy to see.
Raising him of the ground with ease I set him gently against the bed, careful not to cause any sound that might disturb the resting black haired man outside. With that done I return my attention to my exquisite tenshi.
Quickly removing the sheet and light quilt that covered her, I gaze upon her lovely form. I notice that she is still clothed in the now blood covered bra and boxers. Licking my lips, I look at the bandages covering her midsection and remember the delectable flavor of my tenshi’s life’s wine.
Slowly, my gaze drifted upward so that I could view my tenshi’s beloved face. Lifting my hand up, I softly caress her bandage covered cheek, contemplating on what I should do.
It was too risky to take her now, seeing as the black haired one would sense it immediately, but I can’t just leave without doing anything. I grin as a thought comes to mind. I want to taste her again, but I do not wish to taste her blood. No, I wish to taste something much sweeter.
Climbing on the bed for better reach, I move hurriedly to remove her boxers, eager to gaze upon her femininity.
Climbing on the bed for better reach, I move hurriedly to remove her boxers, eager to gaze upon her femininity. Completely removing the boxers from her limp form, I impatiently spread her long legs and relish in the sight of her nude sex.
Reaching forward, I palm the smooth mound before me. It didn’t surprise me that she shaved, not with those skimpy outfits the lecherous school board required all of the girls to wear.
Bending a finger, I softly caress the soft, delicate folds beneath my hand. After a few minutes of petting her outer folds, I spread them in order to feel her inner folds. I frown slightly as I notice she’s still dry. Oh well, that’s easily remedied.
Sliding my finger up her vulva, I seek out the small bundle of nerves that would fix the problem. As soon as I find her clit, I begin to slowly rub around it.
After rubbing her clit for a short amount of time, I dip my finger back into her folds, grinning at their slight wetness. Moving up to her nub once again, I continue rubbing circles around it.
Looking up at my tenshi’s face, I feel slightly disappointed that she doesn’t react. It didn’t surprise me though; they had to have used a powerful antidote to cure the doku that covered my knife’s blade.
Again, dipping my finger into her soft petals, I feel her for a few more moments before deciding she’s wet enough.
Removing my finger, I move to slightly lie on my stomach and hastily move her legs to my shoulders, making it easy for me to closely examine my tenshi’s lovely flower.
Using my elbows to prop myself up, I use my fingers to spread her delicate petals. Inspecting her closely, I etch what I see before me into my mind. With her outer folds spread, I could see her glistening inner folds quite well.
Lazily, I extend my tongue out, leisurely lap at her inner fold, relishing in the flavor of her sweet nectar. After enjoying my first taste for a moment, I dart my tongue to her fold for a second taste, then a third. Soon, I’m lapping at her folds quite vigorously, but, it wasn’t enough. I want to taste her completely, taste as my tenshi cums over my tongue.
I move up to her pleasure bud and begin sucking lightly, hoping to complete my task quickly. While I didn’t want to end my feast so soon, I knew the longer I did what I was doing, the more risk there was in getting caught.
Then I felt it, my tenshi’s hips buck slightly. Ecstatic to know that she was finally responding to my attentions, I put some more gusto into my actions.
Raising a finger, I slowly push it into her tight warmth. While continuing my now vigorous sucking, I begin to move my finger in and out of her pussy. Stopping my attention on her clit, I lean back slightly so I can watch my finger slide in and out.
Carefully, I add another finger and gradually pick up my pace. I watch as my tenshi unconsciously begins to move with me.
Feeling her inner muscle tighten, I start to flick my tongue over her engorged bud as I maintain the speed of my fingers.
Finally, my tenshi’s body stiffens and she clamps tightly down on my fingers, making it so that my fingers are pulled in as far as they could go. I smile as I reach resistance.
As soon as I can remove my fingers I drink every drop of her deliciously sweet nectar, but before long I feel her begin to stir.
Lifting myself back up to my knees, I look into my tenshi’s sleep dazed eyes and smirk down at her. I watch as her eyes widen slightly.
Raising my hand to once again feel her drenched warmth, I hear the window rattle. I feel slightly saddened that it was not to be, but I’m not discouraged.
Fading back into the shadows, I leave the building, my mind playing back what just happened as I walk smiling home.
Keiko woke to the most amazing of feelings. She felt sated and more relaxed than she’d been in months, but something didn’t seem right. Keiko lied in the bed with her eye closed for a while, trying to wrap her drowsy mind around what might be wrong.
Slowly, Keiko realized that it was not her bed. Confused beyond belief, she forced her eyes open, and worked on focusing her fuzzed sight.
Gradually, Keiko’s vision began to clear, allowing her to meet forest green eyes surrounded by a haze of red.
Instantly becoming alert, Keiko quickly became aware of the fact that she was very naked from the waist down, and was quite wet at that.
Keiko opened her mouth to scream, only to discover that her throat was quite parched, allowing nothing more than a small squeak to fall from her mouth.
Keiko watched as the fazed sea of green and red disappeared from her sight, and hastily she try to sit up. She discovered, though, that her arms would barely move. Keiko panicked. She wasn’t quite sure what might have occurred, but she was sure of two things;
She was not on her bed and that she was half naked.
With adrenaline induced muscles Keiko shakily managed to push herself up into a sitting position. Just as she got her head to stop spinning from moving to quickly, she heard a crashing sound, like braking glass, to her right.
Sluggishly, Keiko turned her head towards the source of pale light that now flooded the room. Keiko tensed in alarm as she spotted a human shaped shadow with her hazed vision, only to relax when she saw that the shadow had very familiar, piercing red eyes.
“Hiei?” Keiko asked. In the back over her mind her modesty told her to cover herself, but unfortunately the haze that seemed to be continuously shrouding her mind wouldn’t allow her to quite comprehend the thought.
An instant after she had said his name, Hiei had covered Keiko with the quilt that had been tossed to the floor and pulled her into an embrace because of the silent tears that Keiko was unknowingly shedding.
Leaning into the embrace, Keiko allowed herself to become dead weight in his arm and began trying to remember all of the events that had occurred from the beginning of the previous day up until now.
Hiei silently stood with the young girl in his arms, and walked out of the bedroom in to the small living room. Gently lowering himself to sit on the couch, he sat there silently comforting the distraught girl who seemed to have fallen into some contemplative reverie.
Seeing that it wouldn’t be likely that Keiko would be moving anytime soon, Hiei decided to do some thinking of his own.
Thinking back, he remembered watching as the Kitsune fell asleep leaning against his bed. Knowing that Keiko was safe he allowed himself to fall into a light sleep outside Kurama’s window. But the sweet oblivion wasn’t there for long.
Waking to an unusual pulse in Keiko’s chi, Hiei found himself staring at a window with blinds down, blocking the view he required. Moving to open the window, he quickly learned that it was locked.
Hiei became alarmed as him brain finally registered the smell of fear and arousal in Keiko’s scent.
With the window locked Hiei knew he would have to break through the window, he would apologize to the Kitsune later. Moving back on the branch Hiei braced himself for the impact, and lunged.
Once he broke through, landing among the shattered glass, Hiei had done a quick inspection of the room, before turning his attention to the half naked Keiko.
Watching as she turned to him, Hiei nearly took a step back, as the amount of fear in her eyes was overwhelming. Never in all his years of knowing her, with all the youkia that had either attacked or kidnapped, himself included, he had never seen that amount of fear in her eyes.
Hearing her questioning call, and seeing the fear within her eyes lesson, Hiei had quickly gathered the discarded quilt and covered Keiko. Which brought him to the situation he was in now.
Glancing toward the bedroom door, he wondered if he should have looked over the Kitsune more thoroughly. With the short look over he had given the Kitsune before turning his attention to Keiko, Hiei figured that with the Kitsune still breathing and appearing to be unharmed that he was fine.
Moving his gaze to Keiko, who had seemed to sober up somewhat, Hiei quickly assessed the situation.
As much as he hated to admit it, Keiko had been sexually molested while under the careful watch of both the Kitsune and himself.
The Kitsune was clearly incapacitated, it was apparent in the way he didn’t move when he had smashed through the window and then there was also the fact that he wasn’t up before he got into the room. With the Kitsune having been closer to Keiko than himself, and the fact that the Kitsune’s sense of smell being much better than his own, he should have been on alert if only for a second or two. Which means that whoever did this had managed to incapacitate the Kitsune before he even could comprehend it.
There was on thing he couldn’t understand, and that one thing unnerved him quite a bit. Even if whoever did this was good enough to get past the Kitsune, he still should have been able to sense him, after all he never sleeps with a three eyes fully closed. His jagan was always open slightly and aware. No matter how good a person’s or demon’s concealing abilities, he always been able to sense them.
Hiei sat contemplating for what seemed like hours, quietly comforting Keiko all the while, when he had heard movement in the bedroom. Opening his jagan more than it already was, Hiei looked into the other room and watched as the Kitsune slowly came to conscience.
Kurama woke with the worst headache he thought he ever had in his life, and Yoko’s incomprehensible shouting wasn’t helping much. Moving his hand to the back of his neck, where the pain seemed to be most intense, he slowly began rubbing to ease the pain while trying to think of what could have cause the pain.
Abruptly Kurama’s mind was filled with the memories of the previous night. Jumping up he spun around to look upon the now empty bed. Panicking as his senses came to him, allowing him to clearly smell the scents of sex and fear in the room.
Feeling Hiei’s aura in the living room, he quickly walked to the room and his heart ripped painfully at what he saw. It wasn’t the fact that Keiko was in Hiei’s arms that caused his heart to drop, that he was fine with. It was the way she lay limp in his arms, the state of clothing she was in, and the heart breaking look of petrifying fear on her face as she looked down at her lap.
Stepping closer to the two, he tried to think of something to say and failed miserably. Watching as Hiei took his gaze off of Keiko and met his, Kurama near took a step back at the mixed to of worry and fury in Hiei’s eyes.
Slowly, Kurama began to understand the events that had occur after what ever it was knocked him out, and felt sick.
Feeling the sudden need to be close to her and comfort her, much like Hiei was doing now, Kurama walked forward and stopped in front of the two.
“Keiko.” Kurama whisper quietly, feeling his throat contract around a lump that had mysteriously appeared.
Hiei and Kurama watch as one of Keiko’s fingers twitched and she slowly raised her head to look at Kurama.
Then Kurama felt the worst pain he thought he could ever feel in his life as Keiko did something that had only occurred in his worst nightmare.
She screamed.
Glossary
ki: (also known as chi or qi) life force or spiritual energy
Doku: poison
Jagan: Hiei’s third eye
Kitsune: fox
Tenshi: angel
Youkia: demon
I am so sorry! I was planning on having this done in two weeks but than life decided to throw in some problems
My computer needed fixed, so I sent it in,
Then I got it back and had to wait for parts
Then I found out that they fixed my computer wrong, so I had to send it in again
In any case here’s the third chapter.
Please give me reviews!
Till next time,
PumkinQueen