Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Possessive ❯ Chapter One: Kori's Giggling? One Word- Beer ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: KitsuneShadow 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 280 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 280 | Status: Completed
KS: Okay, this is for my friend, RobinandRaven4ever aka Ashley, who wants me to write a Yoko/Kori romance/lemon type thing. This would take place during the years they lived together with the band of thieves.
Another year, another month, another week, another day, and another heist pulled off successfully. Kori blinked at the men. They were all celebrating, well they should have; they had just raided a beautiful palace full of everything you could ever want. Too bad it was empty now.
Kori muffled a slight yawn, as one of the bartenders placed a beer in front of her. She blinked down at it for a second as she shifted her position on the stool. She didn't remember ordering one, but that didn't mean she wouldn't take it.
She took a sip of it and then put it back down. She didn't love beer, didn't hate it either. She preferred coffee, but beer was okay for the moment. Besides it was time to celebrate, not to wake the hell up. Although, Kori did need to wake up.
Someone's hands covered her eyes and her back arched in surprise, right into the body behind her. "Guess who," came a familiar male's voice. So familiar that she wanted to turn around and cut his throat for surprising her so much.
"Yoko Kurama, get off of me," Kori snarled, as he took away his hands. "Next time you do that, I will bite your fingers off."
"Oh, Kit," Yoko murmured, resting his chin on top her head, and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry."
"I do not get scared so easily," Kori snapped.
He smiled and nuzzled the top of her head, receiving a soft huff from Kori. "But look what I got you," Yoko replied, and with his free hand dangled a large cookie in front of Kori.
Kori snatched it from him, as quickly as possible. "Okay, you're forgiven."
"Good," Yoko replied, removing his arm from her waist and taking the seat next to her. "Wouldn't want to be on your bad side."
He chuckled, as he watched Kori eat the cookie. For such a tough kitsune, it was funny to see what a little kit she could act like when faced with a cookie.
“So am I going to have carry you and all the other loads home tonight?” Kori asked, taking another bite of the cookie.
“I think you have it backwards, little kit,” Yoko stated. “I haven’t touched an alcoholic beverage, yet. As I see, you’ve already had some of yours.”
“First of all, ‘little kit’?” Kori asked. “When the hell did I become ‘little kit’? I don’t appreciate being called Kit, but little kit?! For Inari’s sake, I’m taller than everyone here except for you, Kuro, and Yomi!”
Yoko hid the red that had started to creep over his face.
“Second of all, I’m only having one beer. And I can hold my own,” Kori snapped. Then her face went into something resembling innocence. “Umm, where’d you get the cookie?”
Yoko laughed, smiling slightly. “You are such a weird one,” he muttered. “Then again…” He pulled out a white napkin, which concealed another large cookie, and passed it towards her. She let out a small squeak of happiness and leaped out of her chair, wrapping her arms around Yoko in a small hug, whose eyes had grown as wide as saucers.
“Arigato, Yoko,” she whispered, brushing her lips briefly against his cheek. And then pulled away, sitting back on her stool and eating the cookie, a small smile on her face.
“You are very weird. It only takes a cookie to make you happy, and then it takes someone to touch you or even talk to you to get you pissed off,” Yoko commented.
The same bartender that had given Kori a beer, placed one in front of him, and then stopped in front of Kori, leaning over her. She blinked up at him, in the middle of biting her cookie again.
Yoko found himself glaring at the guy. Never mind the fact that Kori could handle herself. But no one went near his kit. Wait… HIS KIT? What the hell…
Silver ears perked up as the bartender bent down and whispered into her ear. “How about a little math?” he asked. Yoko watched as Kori’s eyebrows rose in confusion. She had placed her cookie down to blink at the guy some more. She might not have realized what was going, but Yoko did: The guy was flirting with his kit! He would die…
Then the bartender continued, “You plus me, minus our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.”
Yoko let out a soft growl, but he stopped when he saw Kori’s fingers twitched. Her hand had grabbed the beer bottle and slammed it over his head in a matter of seconds. “BAKA PERVERT!” she snapped, as he fell back, unconscious.
She let out a feral growl as she noticed everyone’s eyes fixed on her. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!" Then looked at the smashed bottle, a piece of it was still in her hand. “Can I have another beer?”
He heard that giggling right above his head, as Kori's head appeared right in front of his, only upside down. "Hey, Yoko… How are you doing that?"
Yoko blinked, "Doing what?"
"Walking upside down?" Kori asked, and then giggled. "You look funny like that.
Kori moved her head out of his way, as she fell lower on Yoko's back and let her arms hang around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck.
"I thought you said you would have only one beer and that you'd be carrying me home drunk," Yoko stated. "Instead, you had about ten beers and I'm carrying you home drunk, Kit."
"HEY!" she shouted. "I am sooooo not drunk! I'm just very, very happy."
"You are drunk, Kori," Yoko stated. "Very, very drunk."
Kori gathered his silver hair in her hand moving it to one side and brushed her lips softly against Yoko's pulse on his neck. Yoko made a small noise that Kori could only identify as a yelp.
She giggled slightly. "You make a funny noise, Yoko."
"What the hell was that for!?" he asked, turning to look at her as best as he could, seeing as he had the girl on his back.
She blinked huge blue eyes at him, entirely too cute for them to belong to a killer/thief. "Sorry," she whispered.
Somehow during that time Yoko had managed to carry into and through the hideout and into Kori's room. She slid off his back and Yoko grabbed her to steady her.
"Now why'd you do that?" he asked, letting her go.
"I don't know. I saw someone in the marketplace do it before," she replied, yawning.
And that caused her to lose her balance grabbing Yoko, falling backwards bring Yoko with her, so that she was pinned to the bed.
"No more beers got that, Kit?" Yoko asked. But she had already fallen asleep. "You have got to be kidding me."
~*~
Chapter OneAnother year, another month, another week, another day, and another heist pulled off successfully. Kori blinked at the men. They were all celebrating, well they should have; they had just raided a beautiful palace full of everything you could ever want. Too bad it was empty now.
Kori muffled a slight yawn, as one of the bartenders placed a beer in front of her. She blinked down at it for a second as she shifted her position on the stool. She didn't remember ordering one, but that didn't mean she wouldn't take it.
She took a sip of it and then put it back down. She didn't love beer, didn't hate it either. She preferred coffee, but beer was okay for the moment. Besides it was time to celebrate, not to wake the hell up. Although, Kori did need to wake up.
Someone's hands covered her eyes and her back arched in surprise, right into the body behind her. "Guess who," came a familiar male's voice. So familiar that she wanted to turn around and cut his throat for surprising her so much.
"Yoko Kurama, get off of me," Kori snarled, as he took away his hands. "Next time you do that, I will bite your fingers off."
"Oh, Kit," Yoko murmured, resting his chin on top her head, and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry."
"I do not get scared so easily," Kori snapped.
He smiled and nuzzled the top of her head, receiving a soft huff from Kori. "But look what I got you," Yoko replied, and with his free hand dangled a large cookie in front of Kori.
Kori snatched it from him, as quickly as possible. "Okay, you're forgiven."
"Good," Yoko replied, removing his arm from her waist and taking the seat next to her. "Wouldn't want to be on your bad side."
He chuckled, as he watched Kori eat the cookie. For such a tough kitsune, it was funny to see what a little kit she could act like when faced with a cookie.
“So am I going to have carry you and all the other loads home tonight?” Kori asked, taking another bite of the cookie.
“I think you have it backwards, little kit,” Yoko stated. “I haven’t touched an alcoholic beverage, yet. As I see, you’ve already had some of yours.”
“First of all, ‘little kit’?” Kori asked. “When the hell did I become ‘little kit’? I don’t appreciate being called Kit, but little kit?! For Inari’s sake, I’m taller than everyone here except for you, Kuro, and Yomi!”
Yoko hid the red that had started to creep over his face.
“Second of all, I’m only having one beer. And I can hold my own,” Kori snapped. Then her face went into something resembling innocence. “Umm, where’d you get the cookie?”
Yoko laughed, smiling slightly. “You are such a weird one,” he muttered. “Then again…” He pulled out a white napkin, which concealed another large cookie, and passed it towards her. She let out a small squeak of happiness and leaped out of her chair, wrapping her arms around Yoko in a small hug, whose eyes had grown as wide as saucers.
“Arigato, Yoko,” she whispered, brushing her lips briefly against his cheek. And then pulled away, sitting back on her stool and eating the cookie, a small smile on her face.
“You are very weird. It only takes a cookie to make you happy, and then it takes someone to touch you or even talk to you to get you pissed off,” Yoko commented.
The same bartender that had given Kori a beer, placed one in front of him, and then stopped in front of Kori, leaning over her. She blinked up at him, in the middle of biting her cookie again.
Yoko found himself glaring at the guy. Never mind the fact that Kori could handle herself. But no one went near his kit. Wait… HIS KIT? What the hell…
Silver ears perked up as the bartender bent down and whispered into her ear. “How about a little math?” he asked. Yoko watched as Kori’s eyebrows rose in confusion. She had placed her cookie down to blink at the guy some more. She might not have realized what was going, but Yoko did: The guy was flirting with his kit! He would die…
Then the bartender continued, “You plus me, minus our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.”
Yoko let out a soft growl, but he stopped when he saw Kori’s fingers twitched. Her hand had grabbed the beer bottle and slammed it over his head in a matter of seconds. “BAKA PERVERT!” she snapped, as he fell back, unconscious.
She let out a feral growl as she noticed everyone’s eyes fixed on her. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!" Then looked at the smashed bottle, a piece of it was still in her hand. “Can I have another beer?”
~*~
Yoko could never tell what kind of drunk Kori would turn out to be. Sometimes it would be the angry drunk, which really didn't make much of a difference than the usual Kori; another was the quiet drunk, which made her just abnormally quiet. But this was very abnormal: Kori was… giggling?!He heard that giggling right above his head, as Kori's head appeared right in front of his, only upside down. "Hey, Yoko… How are you doing that?"
Yoko blinked, "Doing what?"
"Walking upside down?" Kori asked, and then giggled. "You look funny like that.
Kori moved her head out of his way, as she fell lower on Yoko's back and let her arms hang around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck.
"I thought you said you would have only one beer and that you'd be carrying me home drunk," Yoko stated. "Instead, you had about ten beers and I'm carrying you home drunk, Kit."
"HEY!" she shouted. "I am sooooo not drunk! I'm just very, very happy."
"You are drunk, Kori," Yoko stated. "Very, very drunk."
Kori gathered his silver hair in her hand moving it to one side and brushed her lips softly against Yoko's pulse on his neck. Yoko made a small noise that Kori could only identify as a yelp.
She giggled slightly. "You make a funny noise, Yoko."
"What the hell was that for!?" he asked, turning to look at her as best as he could, seeing as he had the girl on his back.
She blinked huge blue eyes at him, entirely too cute for them to belong to a killer/thief. "Sorry," she whispered.
Somehow during that time Yoko had managed to carry into and through the hideout and into Kori's room. She slid off his back and Yoko grabbed her to steady her.
"Now why'd you do that?" he asked, letting her go.
"I don't know. I saw someone in the marketplace do it before," she replied, yawning.
And that caused her to lose her balance grabbing Yoko, falling backwards bring Yoko with her, so that she was pinned to the bed.
"No more beers got that, Kit?" Yoko asked. But she had already fallen asleep. "You have got to be kidding me."