Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Possessive ❯ Chapter Twelve: Kori's Dress ( Chapter 12 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
KS: It's kind os astupid chapter, but me being stupid have barley got my summer assignments done and I have three weeks to school starts again (where did my summer go?!?!) and next week I'll be done the shore for the whole week, so I hoped to get another hapter done before I left.
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Chapter Twelve
The warmth that had been pressed against Yoko seemed to disappear. He opened his eyes slowly and found what he was looking for: Kori. She ran her hand through her hair and then looked at the clock. She blinked once, then twice and finally seemed happy with what ever the clock said.
She yawned and fell back against the pillows and curled into a ball near the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets around her. Yoko wrapped an arm around his Kit. He pulled her up against his body. He kissed the top of her head and she yawned and stretched. "Kori…" he whispered.
"Yoko," she mumbled. "Not time for waking up," she yawned and turned around to bury her head in Yoko's chest.
"Hmmm, then maybe time for sex?" Yoko asked.
"Yoko," she muttered. "Too early."
"No, it's not," he muttered, running claws lightly down her back.
"Don' even," she muttered.
Yoko moved down and captured her lips, despite her protests. Even Kori couldn't fight off any advances in her sleepy state.
"Say no," she snapped-mumbled crossly, rolling over and pulling the sheets so she could wrap herself up.. "Tired. Sleep."
Yoko sighed and pulled her back to him. "What's so bad with it?" Yoko wanted to know. "I thought it was pretty enjoyable."
"Yeah, but no two in morning," Kori mumbled.
"Fine, little brat…"
"Kay."
Ten minutes later…
"Yoko?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't sleep."
"Well, I know how to solve that." And seconds later, he had Kori pinned to the bed. As usual.
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"No. Absolutely not! NO. NO. NO WAY IN THE SEVEN HELLS AM I WEARING THAT!" Kori snapped, as she eyed the dress that Yoko had put out for her.
"Yes, you are," Yoko informed her. "Not only are you wearing that, you are going to wash. Good. I will be watching you and if necessary scrubbing you."
"Please, Yoko. I don't want to," Kori begged, trying to look cute and innocent. She hugged Yoko and buried her head in Yoko's chest.
"Kori, that's not gonna work," Yoko informed her. Although, truth be told it was starting to work. She looked too adorable.
Kori nuzzled his neck, brushing her lips against the pulse there. "Please, I'll do anything you want, Yoko. Any. Thing."
"That's very tempting…" I want her. "I'll take you later, when I can rip that dress off your body. Now, it's bathing time." Yoko wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her legs and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her out the door.
"You will not take me later. The only way you'll get me is if you put me down right now and tell me I don't have to wear that dress," Kori informed him.
"We'll just see about that."
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Yoko dumped another ice cold bucket of water over Kori's head. Since she had refused to wash herself, Yoko would. He watched as she twitched, made uncomfortable by the ice cold water and the weight that made her furry black ears droop. Her tail beat down against the water, splashing Yoko with more water.
"Kori, you're acting like a little kit, who didn't get her way," Yoko told her.
"I'm acting like this because it is not fair," Kori muttered.
"You're acting like this because you’re asinine," Yoko snapped.
Yoko ran a cloth over her body, making sure he got all the dirt off her. She was going to look clean for once. So he was a vain kitsune, at least he and now his lover looked nice.
"See this isn't so bad," Yoko murmured, as if he was talking to an actual kit who needed to be coaxed into doing something.
"I hate you. Rot in hell," Kori snapped.
“You do not hate me,” Yoko told her. “Now, we have to wash out your hair.”
“You aren’t gonna use that smelling hair thingy again, are you?” Kori asked, trying to hold onto anything as to not be dragged farther into the lake.
“Yes, I plan to use-“ Yoko started but then stopped, and gave a growl, “You are the most annoying and stubborn creature in this whole damn world.” He picked her up after dragging/pushing/pulling did not work and dropped her in the middle of the lake. “I plan to use some plants to make your hair look nicer.”
“What kind of plants, Yoko?” Kori asked.
“I’ve told you before,” Yoko muttered. “Now, hold on.”
“What?” Yoko grabbed her. “No! NO! Yoko, wait, please-” And with that she was pushed under water.
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Kori was having the hardest time walking. The sandals had to be the most annoying thing ever. She only liked walking barefoot, but she would occasionally wear boots. But not these damn sandals. And the stupid dress did not help either.
As to prove her point, she stumbled and slid down the wall she had desperately clung to.
“I blame you, Yoko,” Kori snapped. “Wait till I get my fuckin’ hands on you. I will wring your neck out.”
She pushed herself off the floor and walked down the hallway, cursing Yoko and the dress he made her wear.
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Chapter Twelve
The warmth that had been pressed against Yoko seemed to disappear. He opened his eyes slowly and found what he was looking for: Kori. She ran her hand through her hair and then looked at the clock. She blinked once, then twice and finally seemed happy with what ever the clock said.
She yawned and fell back against the pillows and curled into a ball near the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets around her. Yoko wrapped an arm around his Kit. He pulled her up against his body. He kissed the top of her head and she yawned and stretched. "Kori…" he whispered.
"Yoko," she mumbled. "Not time for waking up," she yawned and turned around to bury her head in Yoko's chest.
"Hmmm, then maybe time for sex?" Yoko asked.
"Yoko," she muttered. "Too early."
"No, it's not," he muttered, running claws lightly down her back.
"Don' even," she muttered.
Yoko moved down and captured her lips, despite her protests. Even Kori couldn't fight off any advances in her sleepy state.
"Say no," she snapped-mumbled crossly, rolling over and pulling the sheets so she could wrap herself up.. "Tired. Sleep."
Yoko sighed and pulled her back to him. "What's so bad with it?" Yoko wanted to know. "I thought it was pretty enjoyable."
"Yeah, but no two in morning," Kori mumbled.
"Fine, little brat…"
"Kay."
Ten minutes later…
"Yoko?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't sleep."
"Well, I know how to solve that." And seconds later, he had Kori pinned to the bed. As usual.
~*~
"No. Absolutely not! NO. NO. NO WAY IN THE SEVEN HELLS AM I WEARING THAT!" Kori snapped, as she eyed the dress that Yoko had put out for her.
"Yes, you are," Yoko informed her. "Not only are you wearing that, you are going to wash. Good. I will be watching you and if necessary scrubbing you."
"Please, Yoko. I don't want to," Kori begged, trying to look cute and innocent. She hugged Yoko and buried her head in Yoko's chest.
"Kori, that's not gonna work," Yoko informed her. Although, truth be told it was starting to work. She looked too adorable.
Kori nuzzled his neck, brushing her lips against the pulse there. "Please, I'll do anything you want, Yoko. Any. Thing."
"That's very tempting…" I want her. "I'll take you later, when I can rip that dress off your body. Now, it's bathing time." Yoko wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her legs and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her out the door.
"You will not take me later. The only way you'll get me is if you put me down right now and tell me I don't have to wear that dress," Kori informed him.
"We'll just see about that."
~*~
Yoko dumped another ice cold bucket of water over Kori's head. Since she had refused to wash herself, Yoko would. He watched as she twitched, made uncomfortable by the ice cold water and the weight that made her furry black ears droop. Her tail beat down against the water, splashing Yoko with more water.
"Kori, you're acting like a little kit, who didn't get her way," Yoko told her.
"I'm acting like this because it is not fair," Kori muttered.
"You're acting like this because you’re asinine," Yoko snapped.
Yoko ran a cloth over her body, making sure he got all the dirt off her. She was going to look clean for once. So he was a vain kitsune, at least he and now his lover looked nice.
"See this isn't so bad," Yoko murmured, as if he was talking to an actual kit who needed to be coaxed into doing something.
"I hate you. Rot in hell," Kori snapped.
“You do not hate me,” Yoko told her. “Now, we have to wash out your hair.”
“You aren’t gonna use that smelling hair thingy again, are you?” Kori asked, trying to hold onto anything as to not be dragged farther into the lake.
“Yes, I plan to use-“ Yoko started but then stopped, and gave a growl, “You are the most annoying and stubborn creature in this whole damn world.” He picked her up after dragging/pushing/pulling did not work and dropped her in the middle of the lake. “I plan to use some plants to make your hair look nicer.”
“What kind of plants, Yoko?” Kori asked.
“I’ve told you before,” Yoko muttered. “Now, hold on.”
“What?” Yoko grabbed her. “No! NO! Yoko, wait, please-” And with that she was pushed under water.
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Kori was having the hardest time walking. The sandals had to be the most annoying thing ever. She only liked walking barefoot, but she would occasionally wear boots. But not these damn sandals. And the stupid dress did not help either.
As to prove her point, she stumbled and slid down the wall she had desperately clung to.
“I blame you, Yoko,” Kori snapped. “Wait till I get my fuckin’ hands on you. I will wring your neck out.”
She pushed herself off the floor and walked down the hallway, cursing Yoko and the dress he made her wear.
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