Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Quoth The Rayvin ❯ Aishiteiru, Rayvin... ( Chapter 7 )

Quoth The Rayvin, Chapter 7

WARNING- I RATED THIS `R' FOR A REASON

There isn't anything too graphic (it's not hentai- more emotional than physical) but there is a part where Rayvin and Kurama have sex. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

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This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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/"Karasu-aniki, could you read this to me, onegai?" the tiny girl held the book up imploringly, large violet eyes fully awake despite the fact that the moon was at its apex overhead, casting its eerie silver light over their home.

"Eto...Imoutochan, it's late. Go to sleep," her brother answered, exhausted.

"My room's leaking."

"Nani?"

"Ame ga furu." Indeed, the rain fell in torrents outside, and there was likely to be a hole in the roof. No one could expect a thirteen-year-old and his baby sister to be able to thatch it by themselves. "It's too loud."

"Ara. Well, in that case..." He pulled her onto his lap, and she settled there, curled up into a tiny ball as he cracked open the book of children's tales. "Which one?"

She thought a minute, and then answered, "Miukui Ahiru Noko, onegai."

"Alright." Turning to that page, he began reading in a soft voice, "Mukashi mukashi aru tokoro ni..."/

Rayvin quickly snapped out of the retrospection that passed through her mind. What in the three worlds was happening to her? Ever since she had come to the Minamino home, memories of what she and Karasu had been like when they were young had plagued her incessantly. And she blamed it all on that bastard, Kurama. She hated him. Wished him dead. And more often than not, had to restrain herself from ripping his throat to shreds whenever he was in the same room as her. He had somehow picked up on this and now Shiori was the one who checked on her and made sure she was comfortable. Rayvin actually enjoyed Shiori's company, but she had left again. Went on a vacation for White Day with her boyfriend, which the poor woman more than deserved. So Rayvin was stuck with just Kurama again. Gods, she wanted to kill him!!!

"Kurohane-san?"

"GET OUT!"

Kurama sighed and shut the door behind him, leaning against it. Ever since Shiori had left, he had been 'taking care of Rayvin'- if one could call getting screamed at for coming within five feet of her door taking care of someone. She still was wounded horribly from an attack she wouldn't tell him anything about, so there wasn't much she could do to hurt him, but he could tell that she wanted nothing more than that. The anger in her oddly familiar violet eyes lashed out at him, almost as if the fire in there could burn him alive if he stared into them for too long.

Suddenly, a scream erupted from the room behind him. "Kurohane-san!" he yelled. "What happened?"

"Watashi no katte!" she shouted back, the pain and agony she was suffering clear in her voice. "Nan demo nai! Just leave me alone!" Kurama already knew what had happened though. It was likely that she had tried to stand up or moved suddenly, and her abdominal wound had ripped, but from the sound of it, it was hurting Rayvin worse than the initial injury. He opened the door and rushed in to find her doubled over her stomach, crimson blood staining her yukata.

Kurama ran over to the futon where she lay and picked her up, holding a hand against the bloody tear in an attempt to stanch the flow. She screamed for him to put her down, and when he refused, she lunged at him, clawing at his face with her nails, yanking at his crimson hair, shouting profanities at the top of her lungs until she fell against him, her century-old sorrow extinguished for the moment. Lowering her down onto the futon, Kurama felt small droplets of blood drip down his face, yet he said nothing, only turned around as she pulled the top of her yukata down and covered her chest, allowing him to redress her wound. After he was done, she listened for the door to click shut behind him before rising to change out of the bloody robe.

She thought of the kitsune, how similar to Karasu he seemed. Right after their parents had died- they and the rest of their village had been attacked and their wings cut off as trophies- Niichan had forced an operation on them that would remove the reason that their friends and family had been poached. It had been a painful process, something that a three-year-old shouldn't have had to go through, but it was a necessity. First, the joints that connected the wings to the shoulder blades had to be dislocated, then the socket that the wing had been attached to worn down. The skin that still kept it attached was cut, and that was it. It didn't sound that terrible, but she was awake through the entire thing. She had attacked Karasu in a fit of pain and anger, just as she had done to Kurama, and Niichan had borne the entire thing in the exact same way. He was patient with her. He was graceful, beautiful, loving, and above all compassionate towards those he cared about.

Just like Kurama was toward Shiori...

...And his friends...

...And even her, she would come to find in later days.

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Kurama was surprised with the change in Rayvin after the attack. She became more docile and silent as each day passed by. He was allowed in her presence, and she had even told him her real name, even the fact that Kurohane had been her mother's name instead. She still would not tell him who had hurt her, saying that it was something he did not need to know.

Bored with school and lonely from his lack of human interaction (Hiei had gone to the Makai, assuming Rayvin would have gone there), he was spending more and more time with the karasu youkai. Upon discovering that Rayvin could not read, though she had long wanted to learn how, his time became consumed by teaching her. She was an eager and willing student, quite intelligent as well, and quickly picked up everything she taught him. But he never saw her smile, never. It was as if she was physically incapable of doing so.

"Kurama-sensei?" she asked, as she had become accustomed to calling him. "Are you okay?" He had spaced out a bit, making her nervous. She couldn't make eye contact with him, and she blushed every time she felt his gaze rest on her as she laboriously practiced her kanji. Shiori and her boyfriend had gotten stuck in a snowfall while they had been in Sapporo, so she was still alone with him, but this didn't reflect in her mind as a chance to kill her son. It became a chance to get to know Kurama in ways that she hadn't done since Kuronue had been alive. Demonic instinct ran rampant in her veins...and those same instincts wanted Kurama to claim her, erase all her pain in one rush of passion from deep within their souls.

"Hai, Rayvin-san, I'm fine."

Rayvin had heard of Youko Kurama's fame among the female youkai. It had not been good to be a woman living alone with treasures in the house. If he wanted it, he got it, more often than not straight from the woman herself. But it wasn't because of threats; it was because of the seductive charm he possessed, and image that was not the norm in their lives. Even if the charm itself couldn't do its job alone, there were...other ways...ways that any sane woman wouldn't reject. It seemed to be the same way with the human Kurama, but somehow different, as if she would be willing to trust him with her life itself, not just with her pleasure for one night.

Which her libido wouldn't have much trouble doing.

"Daijoubu?" Kurama asked, his face suddenly close to hers. "You look flushed. Should I get you any medicine?"

"Kusuri wa kikanai darou..." she said quietly. There wasn't any medicine that would work.

"Doshite?"

"I...I..." Suddenly she lost all control of her body, leaning forward and placing her lips on his, a soft brush, really, as she was terrified he would push her off and reject her, and was shocked when she felt him return what she had given with the same tentative innocence, almost as if he had intended to kiss her before she had even dared to try. "Kura-"

"Shhh." He was through with waiting. The woman had been a source of mystery to him, beautiful mystery that he longed to discover. He had fallen in love with the youkai without even realizing it, just as she had fallen for him.

"Kurama-san…we shouldn't…-" As he pushed her back onto the futon and slowly climbed on top of her, straddling her hips, she frantically searched for a reason to stop him. But even if she had found one, it disappeared with the first sweep of his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance she more than willingly gave, a moan escaping from both of them. All knowledge she had gained from being with Kuronue fled her mind, leaving the virginal shyness she had once possessed. It was all she could do simply pull down the zipper to his school uniform and help him take it off while her own yukata was quickly shed and flung to the floor. For the first time in nearly one hundred years, Rayvin gave her entire being, mind, body and soul to the one she loved.

"Aishiteiru, Rayvin," Kurama had whispered, warm breath caressing her cheek. She pretended to be asleep as he pulled the blanket over both their entangled bodies, and when the comforting sound of his slow and even breathing filled the room, she took one long, last look at his face before extracting herself from his embrace. Running her fingers through his hair, she whispered her goodbyes, turned, and walked away.

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I'M ALMOST DONE!!! YAYNESS!!!

Just to clear up any questions about Rayvin's age, she's about 150 years old, which would actually be quite young in a demon's POV. I also realize the whole romance thing might seem quite sudden, but I can't drag this out too long. All I have left are two chapters and an epilogue, so this fic will be finished soon. As for the Japanese, I have no time to type it all out and translate it, so please just go to my homepage, which is an entire site with Japanese that could be used in fanfictions.

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