Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Kitsunebi ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yuu Yuu Hakusho nor do I make any money from this piece of fan fiction.

 

Reader Warnings: Shounen-ai (AKA Slash, M/M), lime, pairings: Hiei x Kurama, Yomi x Kurama, Yuusuke x Keiko, Kuwabara x Yukina

 

AN: This really is the end; I have a sequel in the works, but it'll probably be posted much slower than this fic.

 

Kitsunebi

Epilogue

 

A few days later, Hiei had fully recovered, and Yuusuke had used that as an excuse to hold a party at the temple. As the party dies down, Hiei and Kurama retreats into one of the other guest rooms together for the night; unnoticed by the others. The moment the door slid shut, Kurama leans down to give Hiei a passionate kiss. Tongues duel for dominance as they stagger backwards towards the futon in the middle of the room. Pulling Kurama down into the covers with him, Hiei breaks the kiss to say, “Don't go,” before beginning to unbutton the fox's shirt.

 

“Never,” came the whispered reply between searing kisses.

 

Hands begin roaming under clothes, desperate to remove the offending pieces of cloth to uncover skin. With a growl, Hiei rolls Kurama to the bottom, leaving the fox's red hair to fan out around him like a crimson halo of blood. The kitsune had to bite back a moan as Hiei attacks his neck, nibbling and kissing his way down to the fox's chest.

 

After many more kisses and caresses, the pair finally fell into a deep sleep, secure in each others arms.

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Kurama's eyes flutter open, finding himself at the frozen lake in his soul. Looking around, he spots Yomi on the bridge, staring into the lake. This time, though, there was no malice in his eyes. If anything, there was a warm welcome expressed in them. A welcome befitting an old friend. Kurama's thoughts, though, ground to a halt when those eyes very clearly focused on him. Walking over, he asks, surprised, “Y-Yomi? What are you doing here?”

 

“Leaving you a parting message before Koenma passes judgment on me.” Seeing Kurama's puzzled look, Yomi continues. “My kingdom is now yours. You bested me in combat; therefore, by Makai law, it is yours.”

 

“And Shura? What of him?”

 

“Shura is too young and weak to rule a kingdom. If he were to take over now, he'd be dead in a week. Who wouldn't take the opportunity to kill him to rule over half the Makai? It would be utter chaos.”

 

Kurama stands, considering the situation. He knew that if he were to take over Gandara now, peace would come to the Makai. Yuusuke was his friend, and Mukuro, with Hiei as her heir, was most certainly an ally. It could work. But truth was, Kurama wanted no part of it. He had no interest in becoming a ruler of any sort; he would much rather stay in the Ningenkai as a human. For now, at least. Looking for an excuse, he asks, “And how well would Shura take this?”

 

“I will speak to him when he next sleeps. He will listen to me and obey.” Yomi's voice was firm and held no ground for argument.

 

“But I don't think he will understand what happened.” Kurama's voice, on the other hand, was much calmer, quieter. “I-I'm sorry,” the kitsune mumbles. There was no need to voice the question. It was clear what was on the fox's mind.

 

“What for? I understand why you did what you had to. I was foolish. But had you not blinded me, rejected me, I would not have gotten as far as I did.”

 

“Not just for then. For now too.”

 

A small smile graces Yomi's lips. “I was hoping I could change your mind with that pendant by showing you what could have been. But then I should have known better to cage a fox.”

 

A small ringing sound echoes through the dream world. “That's Koenma telling me it's time to go. I still need to talk to Shura before I move on. But before I go, can you transform into Youko Kurama for me, one last time?”

 

Mist swirls up from the lake, obscuring the redhead. A gust of wind clears it, revealing Kurama's silver youko form. Yomi smiles before leaning in to brush a gentle kiss on the youko's cheek. “I truly am sorry I could not persuade you to stay with me. I would have enjoyed running Gandara with you by my side.”

 

The scene fades away, leaving Kurama with the lingering kiss, and gentle warm darkness. Out in the real world, where he lay sleeping next to Hiei, a scroll proclaiming him the new leader of Gandara appears on the nightstand.

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

Koenma enters the Reikai vaults, searching for four files his father had asked for. It was rare that Enma himself would ask Koenma to fetch files for him, so clearly, whatever it was; it was meant to be a secret. Even stranger still, was that his father had not asked only for the files of their current incarnations, but past reincarnations as well. But then again, Koenma never thought his father would take such an interest in his Reikai Tantei team. Walking through the shelves, Koenma could only sigh as he pulls the first set of files down, slowly wandering through the halls for the next ones from their last reincarnation.

 

To be continued in Meikai Monogatari . . .