Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Possessive ❯ Chapter Three: Not Coming In, Not Going Out ( Chapter 3 )
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By: KitsuneShadow 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.18.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.18.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed
KS: Hey again, I would like to inform you that Makai has reached technology way ahead of the dumb ningens. Therefore, when you see a CD player or laptop or anything really, just go along. Just kidding. Ja ne.
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Chapter Three
Yoko should’ve known that Kori had put a special lock on her door. They were living with a bunch of thieves. But he should’ve known how she felt! Damn it!
He pounded on the door what seemed the hundredth time. It probably was. Actually, it probably was past that.
“Kori, onegai! Open this damn door before I find a way to break it down!” Yoko shouted. There was no response. “Kori!”
Why was that woman so fucking stubborn? For Inari’s sake, she would hole herself in her room for days now. She had done it before; Yoko had no doubt in his mind that she would do it again. He sighed.
He sank to the ground resting against the door, crossing his arms and placing them on hiss knees, resting his forehead against his arms. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
~*~
Kori heard the pounding; it had been going on for at least an hour. She heard the chime of the bells a couple of miles away. Twelve’ o’clock. Midnight. One of her favorite times.
“Kori, onegai!” More pounding. “Open this damn door before I find a way to break it down!” She pulled the covers tighter over herself. “Kori!”
Please go away, she asked quietly. It was stupid to even think for a moment you would like me. I’m not mate material.
It was quiet. So did Yoko hear her unspoken plea? Kori got up and changed quickly from her complete black attire to baggy red pants and an extra large silver T-shirt.
She opened one of her drawers and pulled out her CD player. She stopped by the door. Nope, he hadn’t left, he was right there waiting for her.
Well, he’ll be waiting for a long time. She climbed back into her bed and turned on the player. Listening to the soft melodies of a violin signaling the opening of the song, she began to fall asleep…
~*~
Kori woke up with a start. The CD had ended, as had her nightmare. But unlike the other times she could not go to Yoko for comfort.
Black ears twitched, and she took off the headphones to hear more. A soft snore that was it and then a ‘thud’. Kori got up and went to the door, unlocking it. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Sure enough, it was Yoko sprawled out on his back, snoring slightly.
Funny how he only snores when he’s not comfortable.
She snorted. Well there no way in fucking hell that she would be able to drag Yoko to his room and up on his bed without waking him up. And then she would be trapped. Well that could not happen. EVER.
Kori sighed and went back in her room, straight to the closet. She opened it up and pulled out the cot. She unfolded, as soon as she had carried it outside of her room. And with that started rolling him onto it.
“What’re you thinkin’ ‘ou doin’?” Yoko asked in his sleep. Kori jumped up, and thief/killer instincts rearing in, drove her claws into the ceiling, both feet and hands, and pressed against it.
Yoko turned around in his sleep and then started snoring slightly. Kori, sighing, dropped to the ground, gracefully, only after checking that he had really went back to sleep. Then continued rolling him on the cot.
Once that was finished, Kori brought out a pillow and a blanket. Gently, lifting his head, as to not wake him, she slipped the pillow under his head. Then she took her extra blanket and placed it around him, tucking him in. She kissed his head and then retreated back into her room, locking the door, and crawling into her bed. Only to find herself back in her sleep, a few seconds later.
~*~
Yoko’s nose was the first to kick in. Kori’s scent was right under his nose… and above it… and it was everywhere???
He blinked, wide gold eyes, as his surroundings filled in, he noticed that the scent was coming from the pillow, blanket, and cot which did belong to Kori.
FUCK! His mind snapped. She had been out there and then she had retreated back, no doubting that she had locked her door.
He tried it just to be sure. Yep. Locked. Yoko sighed and got up, folding the blanket, then the cot, and placed them in a neat pile.
He knocked on the door. “Kori?” he asked. Nothing. But he hadn’t expected anything else. “Arigato, Kori.” And with that he walked away.
~*~
“KORI! OPEN THIS FUCKIN’ DOOR RIGHT NOW!” Kuronue yelled. Yoko watched him, standing on the other side of the hallway, resting against the wall. Once he had told Kuronue what had happened, earlier and last night, the bat had smacked him on the back of the head for not telling him and then said they were right for each other somehow.
The bat let out another line of curses and as he finished them, he started in another language.
Now, eleven ‘o’clock, it was official that Kori had locked herself in her room for a full day.
“Did you try the window?” Kuronue asked, sounding less pissed off for the moment.
“Tried,” Yoko replied. “Not only does she have it locked, from the inside, but the blinds are down, the curtains are drawn, and she has some sort of youkai covering it.”
“Oh, that’s just great,” Kuronue snapped. “KORI! I WILL FIND AWAY TO KNOCK THIS DAMN DOOR! NOW OPEN IT, YOU DAMN KITSUNE!”
It was very funny to see the bat this way. But the kitsune was like his little sister, in a way.
“Kuro,” came her soft reply. “I’m tired and I don’t feel good.”
“Well, then come out here,” Kuronue replied, lowering his voice.
“Onegai, Kuro. “I’m too tired. Can you just let me go to sleep?”
“Not until you get your ass out here,” Kuro replied; Yoko only snickered, and indigo eyes glared at him in return.
“Oyasumi nasai,” Kori replied.
“KIT! DON’T YOU DARE!!”
“I think she did dare,” Yoko told the bat.
~*~
Chapter Three
Yoko should’ve known that Kori had put a special lock on her door. They were living with a bunch of thieves. But he should’ve known how she felt! Damn it!
He pounded on the door what seemed the hundredth time. It probably was. Actually, it probably was past that.
“Kori, onegai! Open this damn door before I find a way to break it down!” Yoko shouted. There was no response. “Kori!”
Why was that woman so fucking stubborn? For Inari’s sake, she would hole herself in her room for days now. She had done it before; Yoko had no doubt in his mind that she would do it again. He sighed.
He sank to the ground resting against the door, crossing his arms and placing them on hiss knees, resting his forehead against his arms. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
~*~
Kori heard the pounding; it had been going on for at least an hour. She heard the chime of the bells a couple of miles away. Twelve’ o’clock. Midnight. One of her favorite times.
“Kori, onegai!” More pounding. “Open this damn door before I find a way to break it down!” She pulled the covers tighter over herself. “Kori!”
Please go away, she asked quietly. It was stupid to even think for a moment you would like me. I’m not mate material.
It was quiet. So did Yoko hear her unspoken plea? Kori got up and changed quickly from her complete black attire to baggy red pants and an extra large silver T-shirt.
She opened one of her drawers and pulled out her CD player. She stopped by the door. Nope, he hadn’t left, he was right there waiting for her.
Well, he’ll be waiting for a long time. She climbed back into her bed and turned on the player. Listening to the soft melodies of a violin signaling the opening of the song, she began to fall asleep…
~*~
Kori woke up with a start. The CD had ended, as had her nightmare. But unlike the other times she could not go to Yoko for comfort.
Black ears twitched, and she took off the headphones to hear more. A soft snore that was it and then a ‘thud’. Kori got up and went to the door, unlocking it. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Sure enough, it was Yoko sprawled out on his back, snoring slightly.
Funny how he only snores when he’s not comfortable.
She snorted. Well there no way in fucking hell that she would be able to drag Yoko to his room and up on his bed without waking him up. And then she would be trapped. Well that could not happen. EVER.
Kori sighed and went back in her room, straight to the closet. She opened it up and pulled out the cot. She unfolded, as soon as she had carried it outside of her room. And with that started rolling him onto it.
“What’re you thinkin’ ‘ou doin’?” Yoko asked in his sleep. Kori jumped up, and thief/killer instincts rearing in, drove her claws into the ceiling, both feet and hands, and pressed against it.
Yoko turned around in his sleep and then started snoring slightly. Kori, sighing, dropped to the ground, gracefully, only after checking that he had really went back to sleep. Then continued rolling him on the cot.
Once that was finished, Kori brought out a pillow and a blanket. Gently, lifting his head, as to not wake him, she slipped the pillow under his head. Then she took her extra blanket and placed it around him, tucking him in. She kissed his head and then retreated back into her room, locking the door, and crawling into her bed. Only to find herself back in her sleep, a few seconds later.
~*~
Yoko’s nose was the first to kick in. Kori’s scent was right under his nose… and above it… and it was everywhere???
He blinked, wide gold eyes, as his surroundings filled in, he noticed that the scent was coming from the pillow, blanket, and cot which did belong to Kori.
FUCK! His mind snapped. She had been out there and then she had retreated back, no doubting that she had locked her door.
He tried it just to be sure. Yep. Locked. Yoko sighed and got up, folding the blanket, then the cot, and placed them in a neat pile.
He knocked on the door. “Kori?” he asked. Nothing. But he hadn’t expected anything else. “Arigato, Kori.” And with that he walked away.
~*~
“KORI! OPEN THIS FUCKIN’ DOOR RIGHT NOW!” Kuronue yelled. Yoko watched him, standing on the other side of the hallway, resting against the wall. Once he had told Kuronue what had happened, earlier and last night, the bat had smacked him on the back of the head for not telling him and then said they were right for each other somehow.
The bat let out another line of curses and as he finished them, he started in another language.
Now, eleven ‘o’clock, it was official that Kori had locked herself in her room for a full day.
“Did you try the window?” Kuronue asked, sounding less pissed off for the moment.
“Tried,” Yoko replied. “Not only does she have it locked, from the inside, but the blinds are down, the curtains are drawn, and she has some sort of youkai covering it.”
“Oh, that’s just great,” Kuronue snapped. “KORI! I WILL FIND AWAY TO KNOCK THIS DAMN DOOR! NOW OPEN IT, YOU DAMN KITSUNE!”
It was very funny to see the bat this way. But the kitsune was like his little sister, in a way.
“Kuro,” came her soft reply. “I’m tired and I don’t feel good.”
“Well, then come out here,” Kuronue replied, lowering his voice.
“Onegai, Kuro. “I’m too tired. Can you just let me go to sleep?”
“Not until you get your ass out here,” Kuro replied; Yoko only snickered, and indigo eyes glared at him in return.
“Oyasumi nasai,” Kori replied.
“KIT! DON’T YOU DARE!!”
“I think she did dare,” Yoko told the bat.