Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ The Temptress Of Flames ( Chapter 7 )

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Dc-chan: The last chapter was…icky to me. Maybe I’ll go back and edit it for content because I wasn’t really happy with it, but it was for the sake of the story’s progress…*shrugs* Love and peace.

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Chapter 7 of Rock My World

The Temptress Of Flames

“Is she awake yet?” The cloaked figure asked, “I didn’t knock her out that hard, Hosaki.”

The female youkai nodded curtly, “She should be waking soon, but stand guard until I say otherwise.” With that her companion disappeared swiftly from the room and she turned her attention back to the teenager laying on the satin bed in front of her.

Her blazing orange eyes gazed at Kira apathetically. Long ruby red hair was in a French braid that reached down to the demoness ankles and glittering ribbons were woven into to. Her skin was perfectly tanned and all her features were soft like they were molded from clay. She wore a crimson silk strapless dress which had long frilly sleeves and had a three foot train behind her and around her neck was a golden collar which was embellished with engravings of fire.

She sat down on a golden chair and cross her legs delicately as though she was sitting on a throne. Hosaki folded her arms, never once taking her orange eyes off of the young girl. Her face was somber as minutes went by ever so slowly.

Kira stirred and her brown eyes fluttered open, a glazed look was upon her face.

Hosaki smirked inwardly, “So, you’re awake.” She scooted her chair closer to the side of the bed gingerly.

Kira propped herself up by leaning on her elbows, “I hate to be rude,” actually she didn’t really mind, “but who the hell are you?”

The demoness frowned, “Can’t you tell? Or are you’re slacking on your pyschic training?”

“I’m supposed to know who you are?” Kira raised an eyebrow and stared at her like she was crazy. “I’ve never seen you before.”

The demoness twitched slightly, “Guess.”

Kira looked the youkai up and down quickly, “Some advice first, lighten up on the red.” It was true, everything this youkai was wearing was red except her eyes and her collar. “Purple would match your eyes better.”

Hosaki restrained herself from setting the teenager ablaze and instead shouted, “I’m a fire youkai you numbskull! One of the Six Sage Youkai!”

“So?” Kira replied shrugging her shoulders, “I’m a pyromaniac.” Who could deny lighting matches on fire and throwing them at stuff wasn’t fun? That was the main reason why her mother made sure there was no matches in the house or lighters.

Hosaki wanted to rip out her hair in irritation and clenched her fists to keep from doing so, “What is wrong with you? I hold your life in my hands and all you do is make smart ass comments!” A curtain by the window caught on fire when she finished, charring it to bits until it was pile of ash on the floor.

There was a sharp knock on the room’s door.

“Enter,” Hosaki commanded.

It was the cloaked figure that she had been talking to before. He knelt on one knee in front of her quickly then stood up. He was at least three feet taller then her, “We have some guests.” He informed.

“And?” Hosaki stood up and faced him. “You want me to do something about it?”

“I will take care of them if you wish my lady.” He said so quietly that Kira had to strain her ears to hear him.

“Who is it?” She asked in a false sweet voice, although she knew the answer.

“The Rekai Tantei,” he answered coolly.

She chuckled darkly, “Play with them if you wish, it really doesn’t matter to me. Master only wants her and he should arriving in two hours.” She sent a dark look to the puzzle teenager, “Although, I don’t understand why. She’s pathetic.”

“I’m not pathetic you stupid-”

The cloak figure swept upon Kira and covered her mouth with his hand roughly, “It isn’t wise to speak to her that way you wretched ningen.”

Kira bit his hand and he pulled it back and slapped her across the face with his other hand to her utter surprise.

She rubbed her red cheek, “Asshole!” She snarled fiercely.

“That was a warning,” he replied before vanishing right in front of her eyes.

“You shouldn’t cross him,” Hosaki explained, “he’s quite violent and protective of me.” She smirked and sat back down.

Kira spit some blood out of her mouth, “Lucky you. If he slaps me one more time, I’ll pound him so hard he’ll-”

Hosaki held up her hand to silence her, “I wouldn’t talk that way. Didn’t you learn anything?” A grin tugged on her lips.

“At least I’m not going to be here long…” Kira grumbled sourly glancing out the window.

Hosaki giggled lightly, then mused, “Your friends won’t beat him.”

“Does this ‘him’ have a name?” Kira prompted wonderingly.

“Iie,” Hosaki said shortly, “he doesn’t have one or her can’t remember it. We call him Ritsuzen though.”

“That’s so sad,” Kira said sarcastically, “I forgot to cry.”

“I expected as much from you,” Hosaki sighed in a forlorn manner. “Anyway, why don’t you just enjoy the show instead?” On the far wall across from the bed a huge screen appeared taking up the entire wall showing Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara and Hiei walking down a long black corridor. They opened the door at the end and stepped into it. Hosaki smiled, flashing her fangs. “Let’s see which one lives the longest.”

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“Where are we?” Yusuke asked.

Before anyone could answer the door behind them slammed shut and disappeared into thin air so they couldn’t escape.

Kuwabara pounded his fists on the wall where the door had been, “Now we can’t get out.”

“I think that’s the point,” Hiei scoffed.

Candles suddenly lit in the room to show that it was circular and that the ceiling was a huge stain glass window of a tiger running through flames. The fragmented light from the window showed on the floor beneath them making it seem like they were walking on fire.

“Welcome,” he greeted, the cloak figure stepped out from the shadows. “I will be your opponent for now. Which one of you will fight first?”

“You get right down to the point, don’t you?” Yusuke grinned stepping forward.

“Careful, “ Kurama whispered behind Yusuke.

“Don’t worry, you’re looking at one of the luckiest guys alive.” Yusuke stated proudly.

Kurama shook his head, “That’s not really something to be proud of…”

Yusuke waved him off then turned towards his foe, “Prepare yourself to get pulverized.” He charged at him and punched him in the stomach as hard as he could, smiling to himself.

“Is that the best you can do?” The cloaked figure asked. He grabbed Yusuke by his right arm and flung him into a wall on the other side of the room. Yusuke’s impact created a dent in the stone wall and bits crumbled to the ground. “You’re going to have to do better then that.”

Yusuke launched another assault of punches after he got up, but the cloaked figure blocked and dodged them all swiftly.

“Stand still so I can hit you!” Yusuke shouted as he attempted to kick.

He caught his leg and picked him up and spun him over his head then throw him onto the ground. “This is child’s play.” He went over to where Yusuke was laying on the ground coughing up blood and kicked him in the gut, sending the teenage boy skidding across the floor.

“This is not looking good,” Kurama commented then he bit his bottom lip. “He has an advantage over Yusuke, probably more experience. There’s no way to be sure.”

Yusuke trembled when he stood up clutching his stomach with a hand as it throbbed in pain. Panting, he said, “Don’t…think you’ve…won yet…”

“Give up, you cannot defeat me. The punishment won’t be as severe if you give up.” The figure walked over to him, “You can’t win.”

“I guess my strong point is my stamina,” Yusuke joked. Suddenly he grabbed the cloak and pulled it off, “Let’s see what’s under cloak number one.”

However, he froze and everyone gasped when they laid their eyes on ‘his’ true form.

He was a tall, but extremely skinny youkai. His rib cage was visible for the bones were protruding from his chest. His eyes were droopy and sunken in, within the hollow sockets a yellow gleam could be seen. His skin was a sickly blue with green blotches and his fangs hung out from his mouth and his nose was more like a short snout. He had no hair and his ears were small and the tips were pointed. His pale purple lips twisted into a sinister smile as saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“No wonder he hid under a cloak,” Kuwabara said. “He’s ugly.” His appearance sent shivers up Kuwabara’s spine.

“This is why I’m called Ritsuzen,” the youkai stated sheepishly.

Yusuke throw the black veil back at Ritsuzen, “Put this back on! I can’t fight you if you look that scary!”

Ritsuzen dropped it onto the ground and towered over Yusuke, “I gave you your chance, but you decided to make a fool of me.” He snarled, saliva from him lip dripped onto a displeased Yusuke.

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Kira nearly fainted after she gave a yelp of surprise at seeing what Ritsuzen really looked like, “I got bitch slapped by that!” Tears streamed down her face. She pulled the blankets over her head as she continued to sob, “I am pathetic.”

Hosaki sweatdropped and sighed, “Quit being so juvenile.”

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Ritsuzen then punched Yusuke across the face, “You will see how your actions cost you.”

Kurama took out his rose whip and whipped it around Ritsuzen’s wrist just as he was raising it to strike Yusuke once more. The huge youkai didn’t even move as the thorns scratched into his flesh, blood trickled down his arm and dripped onto the floor in small globules.

“One at a time I said,” Ritsuzen then pulled on the rose whip and he thrashed his arm around she Kurama went flying towards a wall, but unlike Yusuke, Kurama was able to stop himself before he collided with it. “You’ll get your turn to fight soon enough kitsune.”

Kurama seemed to have another agenda and asked, “Why do you insist on fighting us one-on-one unless you cannot win any other way?” -

Ritsuzen glowered at him, “Ever heard of a fair fight kitsune? I have pride unlike you and your companions had. Unlike your gang, Hosaki encourages fairness in battle. You were all about trickery thief.”

Kurama’s eyes widened, “Hosaki…” It couldn’t be.

“Hai, she used to be a consort of yours until you decided you didn’t want her anymore.” Ritsuzen informed him, “Crossing her will be your last mistake I assure you.”

“Hosaki meant nothing to me then and still means nothing me now,” the kitsune said unemotionally, his emerald eyes piercing through Ritsuzen.

Ritsuzen laughed manically before regaining his poise, “Say whatever you will, but I heard there was quite a passionate love affair between you two…

Youko watched as the ethereal maiden walked across the bridge towards him, her lips forcing a small smile. The lake beneath the stone bridge shimmered in the red sunlight in Makai. Her hair was up in a bun then with a few strands framing her face. She wore a black kimono with a crimson sash and large silver moon earrings in her ears.

She bowed her head when she reached him, “Ah, the notorious kitsune himself, Youko Kurama. I’ve heard many things about you and your friends as well.”

His golden eyes glistened at her, “Hosaki, why are you doing this to me? You act as though this is the first time we met.”

She heaved a sigh, “I haven’t seen you in a two centuries, a lot has changed. You’re a thief, I’m a temptress.” Hosaki shuffled her feet uncomfortably.

Youko clasped her hands gently with his own, intertwining her slender fingers with his then pulled her close. He sniffed her, the same scent of smoke was on her. It had been so long since her scent had graced his nose.

Hosaki blushed feverishly, “Don’t you think you’re rushing things?”

He shook his head as he cupped her chin and pressed his lips onto hers for a kiss. He sighed into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She couldn’t protest against this and put her hands behind his neck, allowing the kiss to deepen. Ice pumped through their veins as fire danced upon their skin wherever they touched one another.

She couldn’t deny it either, whether it was rushing things once again or not, he made her feel so whole. Like as he kissed her, the pieces of herself went back into place briefly.

It was heaven to her, pure ecstasy and she prayed these moments would last forever. It made her forget about her pain and suffering and allowed her to feel something other then hatred and frustration. She needed all of this so badly.

That’s why when he broke her heart, she never forgave him…

“What Hosaki and I have done should be none of your business,” Kurama growled venomously.

Yusuke limped over to Hiei and Kuwabara, “Looks like this is his fight now.” He let out a whistle, “When Kurama gets mad, do as he wants.”

None of them could argue with that. Kurama was cut throat when angry, he was lethal when furious which he was right now.

Ritsuzen sneered, “Strike a chord? Hm? Seems as though you try to hide it, you really wear some emotions on your sleeves.”

Without warning Kurama lashed his whip at Ritsuzen, creating a deep cut into his opponent’s chest. Blood spilled onto the floor and the youkai flinched only slightly though at the immense pain, “Was that supposed to do something?”

Kurama narrowed his emerald eyes which were now void of all emotion, “You can’t feel pain, can you?”

“Hai, I had a special operation that removed my pain sensors within my body. That’s the reason I look like this, the surgery caused me to have these defects in my appearance.”

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Kira muffled her laughter by clamping her mouth shut with her hands.

“What is so funny, ningen?” Hosaki snapped angrily.

“You…and…Kurama…” she couldn’t keep it together anymore and started spazzing out, “you and Kurama!” She threw the blanket off of herself and held her sides as she went into a fit of hysterics. “This is like one of those bad romance movies where the guy breaks the girl’s heart then she tries to take revenge upon him!”

“Are you saying I’m cliché?” Hosaki demanded.

“Hai!”

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Ritsuzen lunged at Kurama and prepared to strike him, but the kitsune quickly moved out of the way so the blow missed. Then he maneuvered himself behind the bulky youkai and with a flick of his wrist the whip wrapped itself around Ritsuzen’s neck, the thorns dug into the flesh and blood poured out from the wounds. Rivers of crimson flowed down Ritsuzen’s collarbone.

“I will rip your head off,” Kurama warned gruffly, “if you do not forfeit this fight.”

Ritsuzen’s claws ripped at the whip around his neck in a vein attempt to pull it off, “Curse you kitsune.”

Kurama suddenly tugged on the whip slicing Ritsuzen’s head clear off his shoulders. The head rolled onto the ground and the body collapsed, a lake of blood formed underneath it as it bleed freely. Ritsuzen’s head stopped rolling at Kurama’s feet, his dim yellow eyes gazing off into space.

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Kira stood up on the bed and made the v-sign with her hand, “Victory!” She pumped her other fist into the air cheerfully. “What were saying about them not going to beat Ritsuzen? Hm?”

Hosaki growled, “I’ve underestimated them…”

“Underestimated?” Kira snorted, “You got your ass whooped and now they’re going to come up here and do you in too!”

Hosaki seemed to realize that as well and panicked, “Kurama is going to rip me to shreds.”

“No shit.” Kira stuck out her tongue as she folded her arms across her chest. “You’re dead meat.” She then cackled insanely.

The door to the room burst open and the Rekai Tantei stepped in somewhat out of breath from running up the flights of stairs to get to this room.

“Hosaki,” Kurama said icily.

Hosaki backed up, unsure of what to do. He had improved from their last fight which had taken place a century ago in Makai, she had beaten him then, but now it was a completely different story. She felt the heat rise to her face and without she snatched Kira, “Move any closer and I will kill this girl.” Her voice was terror filled.

“Don’t you dare,” Kurama cautioned her, “leave her out of this.”

Hosaki didn’t answer, her free hand caught aflame and she used it to melt through the floor, making a huge gaping hole and she dragged a totally confused Kira along with her when she jumped into it.

Kurama, Kuwabara and Yusuke ran up to the hole which they had gone into, while Hiei took his sweet time walking calmly over to it.

“We have to go after them,” Kuwabara said as he looked down into the black hole which seemed bottomless.

Kurama jumped in without waiting for consent and the rest followed.

When they landed they found themselves in a dark chamber with the only light coming from the opening above them.

“Let go!” Kira’s scream rang out through the shadows.

The followed her scream to lighter part of the chamber where they saw tiny youkai tying her down with chains against a rock that was sticking out the ground. A moat of murky water surrounded where she was. She struggled against it, but they only bound her down tighter.

They made a move to get to her, but were blocked by a wall of flames that shot out of Hosaki’s hand, “Quit trying to be heroes.” her tone was passionless and monotone.

“What are you going to do with her?” Kurama questioned facing the enraged demoness.

“I don’t want anything to do with her, but my master does,” Hosaki said.

“Your master?” Kuwabara tilted his head to one side and blinked.

“I work for someone,” The fire demoness sighed, “and he has a particular interest in this ningen, but then again it’s really none of your business.” She raised her hand into the air and a huge blazing fire ball appeared in it and she hurled it at them.

They all moved out of the way and Yusuke shot his spirit gun at her which she deflected with a shield of fire.

She countered by lifting both of her hands above her head and a massive flame sprouted and shot out at him, burning his right arm and part of his chest.

Kuwabara got his spirit sword and leapt at her, but she swatted him away another shield of flames like a helpless fly, sending him flying through the air until he hit the rock hard earth beneath them.

Hosaki smirked, now wondering why she had been so worried about losing, “Amateurs.” She spat readying another fireball only to be knocked down by Kurama’s rose whip. She hissed in pain as he brought it down upon her again and it grazed her cheek. She got to her feet and wiped the blood off of her cheek, “You bastard…”

Hiei simply watched from a distance.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” Kira shouted at him.

Hiei stared at her from the corners of his eyes, “When I feel like it, perhaps.”

“Hiei…” Kira gritted her teeth, “I’m going to kill you when I get out of this!”

“Does that girl really mean that much to you?” Hosaki teased.

“Iie, but she means a lot to my kaasan.” Kurama replied, regaining his poise.

She gave an amused look, her orange eyes glinted, “And you love your kaasan so much, I bet.”

Kurama clenched his fist, “Hai, more then you could ever know.”

Hosaki shook her head simply, “My dear Kurama, what happened to you? You used to strike such fear into your enemies and here I am, your once upon a time lover, now I’m your foe and I‘m not even shaking in fear yet. But do you really have the heart…to kill who you once loved even though as we stand here you are denying everything this very second? Are you willing to kill the one who dared to love you when everyone else ran away from you? Are you willing to go through with it?”

“Hai,” Kurama responded automatically, he couldn’t let her words get to him even though they were the bitter truth.

Hosaki grinned, “Fine then, you want an honest fight with me then? Too bad, not even you fight fair.” She looked over to Kira who was still struggling against the silver chains.

“Don’t you-”

Before Kurama could finish his sentence she fired another fireball, but directed at Kira this time.

The teenager looked up and her face paled. This was it, she was going to die. Kira started to tremble as it rocketed towards her. What could she do against something like that? She couldn’t run or dodge. She shut her eyes preparing herself for the worst.

It never came and she felt something brush against he skin instead, something soft and feathery…

She opened one eyes slowly to find herself in a familiar position. Large black wings were embracing her and warm arms were around her shoulders, “Ko…Kokuei…” she stuttered.

His dark purple eyes were gazing down at her, “Ohayo Kira.”

She gasped and her eyes widened. His features were a lot more demonic looking then she remembered. His ears were pointed and the wings were sprouting from his back, it took a second for her to realize they were slightly burned from protecting her from the fireball from Hosaki.

“Are you alright?” His voice was gentle and caring.

Kira opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out she was too stunned with silence to speak. Her mind was too busy trying to register one thought: KOKUEI WAS A FRIGGIN YOUKAI!!! The thought screamed over and over again in her mind. His large raven like wings parted and he tucked them in and all she could do was stare blankly, her cheeks tinted a deep pink.

“Kira?” He blinked in response to her silence.

“You…you’re a…youkai…” she whispered, still in shock.

He looked taken back by that and withdrew from her a little. His eyes narrowed and the compassion in them were replaced with anger.

Kira just realized what she had said, “Gomen nasai, I didn’t mean it like that.” She persisted, “I didn’t mean it…”

Kokuei looked away from her, obviously hurt, “So what?” He barked in a aggravated tone. “I don’t care what you think of me.”

“Kokuei…” Kira rolled her teeth over her bottom lip wondering what to do now.

“Kira!” Kurama yelled out, “Are you alright?” He held an unconscious Hosaki in his arms for she had been too distracted attacking Kira he had knocked her out from behind.

“Hai.” Kira answered weakly. She faced Kokuei, but he was gone already. She gave a pained look and half closed her eyes. It was just like her to screw things up like that. Her mouth spoke before her brain knew what she was saying, a trait that she hated having sometimes.

Kuwabara untied her from the chains and brought her to dry land, “You okay, Kamiyama?”

Kira heaved a sigh, “Hai.” ‘One Sage Youkai down…five more to go’, she thought sullenly.

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