Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Soul Mates! ❯ Everything Unexpected ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

HEY GUYS! ^-^

Third chappie is up! YEAH!!!! LoL ^-^ (…Oh by the way, this is where things start to digress from what’s originally been written…) So read up and enjoy!!!

Oh I almost forgot,

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Yu Yu HAKUSHO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT. (However, everybody else present within the story (Kiara, Megumi, Damious, etc…) are my original characters.)

AND

There happens to be and will be (…definitely in the near future…) mature content (a.k.a lime and lemons). SO IF NOT PREPARED FOR THIS, DON’T READ MY STORY. Keep your innocence. (Hahaha LOL ^-^) ALSO, you should be made aware that there will be profanity in this chapter and in all the other chapters that follow.  

OH! By the way, there may be times where I have characters portray their thoughts to you lovely readers. If so they will be italicized and carry ellipsis before and after what’s being thought! Telepathy will also be italicized, but they will have dashes before and after what’s being said instead of the ellipsis.

Thought: …I want ice cream!!!...

Telepathy: Kiara      —Next fight, I make the shots!!!—
     
      M egumi   —In your dreams.—

Okay, now with everything said, (or so I hope anyway -_-?) ON TO THE STORY! ^-^

Chapter 3: "Everything Unexpected"

Kiara ran as fast as her feet could take her, dodging trees and other wild plant life with expert skill.

She smirked.

Running for the past ten minutes or so, Kiara was sure she lost the demon following her. She felt him upon her at the beginning, but his aura disappeared soon after. Loving how free running made her feel, she continued to do so for many more miles, deciding to stop when she truly felt alone, safe from harm.

Controlling her breathing, Kiara walked over to a boulder that rested in front of fallen tree. She placed her nude body against its cool, flat surface, a chill coursing through her ultimately calming her heart.

Kiara closed her eyes as a light breeze swept through. She let it pass over her body, enjoying the affect it had on her. At that moment, she felt so free and at peace. Utter calm and stillness.

Why couldn’t they find someplace like this to fill their days? Or acquire this sense of tranquility in their lives? Why were she and her sister instead spending their years on the run, fighting, for every breath they took?

Were they cursed to do this forever?

For as long as Kiara could remember, she and Megumi have been fighting demons among other demons. It never ended. Did they not deserve a break from all this?

Releasing a heavy sigh, Kiara refocused on the here and now. Was Megumi okay? Did she too lose the demon that was chasing after her? Needing to know, Kiara opened her eyes, reaching out to her sister telepathically.

—Meg? Hey, Meg! Are you oka…--

Kiara’s mind stopped, completely shutting down. Her breath caught at her throat as her eyes opened wide, not believing what she was seeing.

The silver-haired demon who spoke at the springs, the one with that alluring voice, was leaning against one of the trees opposite her, hands folded across his massive chest. He watched her intently with those stunning amber-red eyes of his.

When did he get here?!?! She hadn’t felt his presence at all! Even now, she couldn’t get a read on him!

…What the hell is he!?!?!...

Unable to do otherwise, Kiara watched in horror as he straightened himself up, stepping out of the shadows in a slow, steady stride towards her. With each step he took Kiara felt her heart tighten, as if he were doing so with his bare hands. She could not move nor could she stop looking into those……eyes. They rendered her speechless at the springs just as they did now. Why couldn’t she look away?

All of a sudden, he stopped. Frozen as a statue, the silver-haired demon only moved those mysteriously, gorgeous eyes upward, pinning whatever it was he was looking at with a dangerous look.

A sound was heard from above, breaking Kiara’s hypnotic trance. She looked up and quickly placed her hands upon her mouth to keep from screaming.

A spider—practically the size of the boulder Kiara was up against—was perched on a tree about eight feet from where she stood in all its ugliness. Its eight black, soulless eyes targeted its quarry below, moving bit by bit with its eight gargantuan legs, bent like claws.

Trying desperately to swallow down her fear, Kiara removed her hands from her mouth gradually placing them at her sides. This was absolutely the worst thing that could possibly be happening to her right now. If there was anything Kiara hated the most in the world……it was spiders. Smalls one, big ones, they all gave her nightmares just the same.

She had no choice but to run as far away as she possibly could. Kiara couldn’t use her powers nor would she use physical tactics. That wasn’t even an option. There was no way in hell she was voluntarily going to go near that hideous thing.

Meticulously working her way around the boulder, Kiara planned to jet like a cheetah, running behind her where the trees were denser in hopes of slowing the chase down with its size. However, she triggered an immediate response from the creature the second her foot caught the tree, falling on her back.

She looked up and let out a blood curtailing scream from her throat as the evil spider screeched at the top of its lungs in mid flight right above her. Paralyzed with fear, she continued to scream until a cascade of vines sprung forth from beneath the earth around her. They shot up like spears, penetrating the beast as sharp as blades. The spider screeched once again as it was forced on its back, black blood oozing out of its fatal wounds. It continued to yell and scream, pinned down by the vines until it ceased doing so altogether.

Kiara stared at the dead spider as she sat up. She was still alive! A minute ago she was sure she was as good as dead. There was no way she would have been able to move out of the way. She felt utterly crippled the second she saw that things above her. If it wasn’t for…

The demon! She had completely forgotten about him the second she had seen that gargantuan creature.

It was as if thinking about him made him appear because she was no longer looking at the dead spider, but at those vibrant amber eyes she couldn’t get enough off.

Crouching low directly in front of her, Youko pinned the pale faced beauty with a stare, intense as always. Kiara gazed back, unable to do otherwise. She could not understand why she felt so……different when caught up in those now amber orbs. However, she had come to the conclusion that it was a good different. Something Kiara had never felt in her entire existence.

But before she could dwell on the matter any longer, something inside her snapped and tears suddenly started to blur her vision.  Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around the silver-haired demon’s neck, pressing her naked body against his in a tight hug.

Youko Kurama, King of Thieves, was rarely ever ‘startled’. It never became of him to ‘get startled’. However, at this very moment in time, he was. Actually, he was beyond startled. He was utterly and completely flabbergasted.

But that quickly vanished the second he took in another breath. That scent…that wonderful, intoxicating aroma was pure bliss. Resting her head in his crook of his neck, Youko was able to bury his noise into that silk mane of blue-brown hair. A rush of strawberry and vanilla, mixed as one, filled his head sending him on high until….

—Shit!— Youko cursed mentally, trying yet again to keep his beast at bay.

Her aroma gave him an instant hard on. But what she just did almost sent him over the edge.

She moved. Slightly, yes. But it was a slow rub against him that had him envisioning things better left unsaid.

Youko growled low, fighting for control against his raging demon. Her nude body wasn’t helping him in the slightest. His tunic—though durable—was thin, so every curve she possessed was imprinted forever in his mind. If there was one thing Youko couldn’t resist about women, it was the curves. They drove him—and apparently his beast—absolutely insane. And this little vixen in his arms had plenty to admire.  

Suddenly realizing what she doing due to the low growl Youko issued, Kiara gasped, jumping back resulting in a break of contact. The demon inside Youko protested with a vengeance, roaring at the top of its lungs. It was not content with the immediate separation and quite frankly neither was Youko.

“I-I’m…oh my gosh!!!……I-I...I didn’t mean to………ugh…………shit… 221; And that was it before she got on her feet, making a dash for the trees behind her.

Unfortunately, silver haired foxes are naturally faster sprinters than Lunarians. Youko appeared in front of her in less than a second, his expression……well let’s just say it wasn’t pleasant…        

Realizing instantly that running was getting her nowhere, Kiara decided to talk her way out of this predicament she found herself in.

”Hey, I am sooo sorry I hugged you. I don’t know what came over me. I…………I shouldn’t have done that. I know how demons are with their personal space and I so invaded yours just then. I’d be angry too if I was in your place. So I totally understand why you’re looking at me with what I believe is pure rage……heh heh………So I’m going to just leave and not bother you anymore—”

Youko suddenly raised a finger to her face. With a stroke of his thumb he wiped one side of it, rubbing away the trail her tears left behind. Then he used his pointer finger to do the same with the other side.

The whole time Kiara remained still, never taking her eyes off him. His face was calm with no betrayal of any emotion. He just continued to stroke her face until he stopped, bringing his hand back to his side. His face was no longer calm but undoubtedly serious.  

“You’re not going anywhere.” Youko inserted, finally getting his beast under control again.
        
…W hat did he just do to me—wait!...What did he just say?!?!...

Startled then slightly pissed, Kiara asked, “Um…I don’t think I heard you right.”

Walking up to her, he stated, “I don’t repeat myself ever.” Finally in front of her with only an inch separating them from bodily contact, Youko inquired, “Do you really believe I’d let you go, especially after what you did?”

Taking a step back, Kiara answered, “In all honesty…nope! Not at all! But a girl can always hope! Right?” Suddenly, Kiara took off to her left, pumping her legs to go as fast as they possibly could.

Youko sighed. Doesn’t she know that no one ever escapes the great Youko Kurama……ever! It has never been done and never will be………Actually, when it comes to females, escaping would never be on their minds. Women threw themselves at him. Would give a left arm to have him fuck their brains out! So why was this one doing the exact opposite? She could very well be playing hard-to-get, but Youko doubted it. He knew the signs and the signs weren’t there.

Deciding he had given her enough time to believe she was getting somewhere, Youko sped after her, conjuring his vines to trap her from above. There would be no getting away from him.

Youko smirked the second he heard a yelp, then effortless struggling.

“Struggling will only make it worse.”

Kiara froze when he spoke, glaring at him the instant he made his appearance known to her. He stopped in front of her with that stupid grin that made her heart beat at a faster pace. Why the hell was it doing that all of a sudden?!?!

“Glaring really doesn’t become a female such as you. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure you knew how—”

“Will you just shut up and let me go!” Kiara exclaimed, embarrassed she was in such a predicament. Megumi would be highly disappointed.

At the thought of her sister, Kiara began to panic, but immediately controlled it, never giving herself away. It wouldn’t help her any if this demon detected her fear. Who knows what he would do to her if he did. This silver-haired demon wasn’t like the rest. He was one to watch out for.

With practiced calm, Kiara stared into those amber eyes for the umpteenth time today and said, “Let me down from here, please! These vines aren’t exactly doing wonders for my skin, you know.”

Looking her up and down, Youko replied, “It’s your fault for parading around naked.” Crossing his hands over his chest, he continued, saying, “And besides, I like you this way. So no.”

“You perverted jerk! If it wasn’t for you and your friend, I would be nice and clean, wearing my new outfit……*gasp.….damn it! My new outfit!!!......I just bought it and now it’s lost foreverrrrrr!” Kiara whined forgetting her situation in a flash.

She was practically on the verge of tears when Youko said, “Don’t cry! I can get you new clothes to wear,” slightly annoyed.

Why the hell did he bother to deal with this female? In all seriousness, he should have left her. Youko had no patience for whiny females. They never appealed to him and never would.

However, something about this one was different. It wasn’t so much her whining that got him edgy. It was more the tears he saw coming that struck a nerve. He felt weird the second he saw them on her. It was something he never felt before and quite frankly never wanted to experience again.

“How?” She asked, holding back her tears.  

“I’ll steal them for you.” Youko said with utter calm.     

“Really? Okay, so when you do, can I come?!?!?! I’d be able to get some for the Nakamura family. They have a new baby on the way you know!”

Youko was once again completely flabbergasted.

Known throughout all of demon world, Youko was used to two things: the first, women—and you’d be surprised at the number of men—desired him for his exceptional sex appeal. Upon confrontation—whether it be the first or the 28th time—Youko would always smell the desire of the other. He didn’t have to read their minds to know they wanted their brains fucked out by him. It was written as plain as day on their faces. But once the deed was done—if he so allowed—the very fear he loved to see in the very depths of their eyes would make itself known. So much so that it would saturate the very air around them.  

This was the second thing. Everybody, absolutely everybody, feared Youko and the things he did.

However, this female failed to do either, doing the exact opposite. Firstly, she never once looked at him as if she wanted him to fuck her senseless. Heck, she didn’t even seem to want him! Yes, there were times she continued to stare him down, but she always looked as if she were trying to solve a complicated puzzle instead of wanting to be utterly ravished by him.  

Secondly, the blue-haired female did not possess a look of horror at the fact that he would steal for her whatsoever! Women—when they wanted his cock shoved up their asses—would say anything like his ‘profession’ was absolutely sexy, getting an all time high from the danger factor of it all. But he could smell the lie the instant they opened their mouths.

Thievery was his passion. His sole purpose for living. They couldn’t possibly understand its significance to him. Words could never, ever explain what thievery gave him.

But this blue-eyed angel…she was different. Her eyes literally light up the moment he suggested it. It was like looking back at a younger version of himself. He could feel her heart quicken in excitement. This woman……this woman…

“Hey, demon…..ummm…..I-I was wondering…uh….o…”

Kiara was confused. Why? Well because she was no longer held up six feet in the air by vines that were surprisingly remarkably soft. She had expected thorns and an edgy roughness to it like the ones that killed……she shivered.

…Let’s not think about that, okay, Kiara! You have enough things to worry about here…

Pinning Youko down with a stare of utter confusion, Kiara opened her mouth to ask him why he suddenly decided to let her go when a familiar, but dreadful energy source pulsed through her veins.

Kiara’s blood went cold. She turned her head in its direction, fear once again creeping into her veins. Her heart rate began to accelerate.

Youko noticed the unfamiliar surge of energy, lowering his eyes to mere slits. This energy source was strong. Almost as strong as…his. And he didn’t like that one bit.

“It can’t be. He found us again—……*gasp……Meg……” Kiara muttered, suddenly taking off.

She only took two steps before Youko reappeared in front of her.

Startled and slightly frantic, Kiara bellowed, “What are you doing?!?!?!”

“I should be the one asking you that.” Youko countered, arms over his chest.

“What I do is none of your concern. No if you’ll excuse me…” Kiara made a move towards her left, but Youko barricaded her with his massiveness. She tried moving to her left, but he did the same thing.

“Arghhhhh!!!! Will you get out of my way!!!!!”

“What do you intend to accomplish in your condition?” Youko inquired, glaring at her. He was looking more and more intimidating by the second.  

Ignoring the glare, Kiara started, “Like I said before, this is none of your—

“You are exhausted and weak. You’ll be dead before—”

“Don’t you dare call me weak.” Kiara warned through clenched teeth. “I know my condition very well demon. I don’t need you to tell me that!

If he wasn’t interested in this female, he would have killed her for her speaking to him that way. Demons died doing less.

Keeping that glare, Youko said, “You are weak. If you weren’t, you would have been able to handle the spider.”

“I didn’t fucking kill that spider because I fucking hate spiders! They scare the shit out of me! Being scared shitless and being weak are two different things, you asshole!”

The second Kiara finished her sentence, she found herself up against a tree. Youko’s body pinned her against it, while one hand firmly wrapped around her throat. Kiara glared up at Youko, anger burning in the depths of her eyes.

“That is where you are wrong little vixen. They both mean the same thing to me. And you better watch yourself or you’ll end up dead.”

“If you were going to kill me you would have done so already.” Kiara knew she was playing with her life on the line, but the words came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She had no doubt he would kill her here. Lives didn’t look too important to this demon. However, something inside her told her that his threat was an empty one.

Hoping she was right, Kiara continued, “Look, I need to get to my sister quickly! Please, let me go find her!”

Youko stared at her for a minute before he released his grip around her throat.  Still pinning her to the tree with his body, Youko asked, “What would be the purpose?”

Kiara almost gave him the are-you-stupid-look, but she kept it in. She was pretty sure if she did, he’d kill her no questions asked.

“I know my sister felt the same thing I did. She’s the type of person who would seek it out initiating a fight that she can’t win at this moment. My sister is strong, a woman one wouldn’t want to mess with. But she’s known for be acting on impulse when it comes to fighting and I can’t have her enter a fight the way she is. This is why I need to get to her before she makes it to those men…”

“What men?” Youko enforced, daring her not to give him an answer.

“Damious’ men! He sent them out to capture us!” Kiara realized she had told him more than she should have the second she finished talking. But she needed him to get off her. And the only way that was going to happen was if she cooperated…somewhat.

With one hand positioned above Kiara’s head, Youko used the one beside him to calm himself down, digging his extended claws into his legs. The beast inside him started going on a rampage at the mention of a male…

“Damn it.” Youko muttered to himself. There it was again. That feeling of wanting so desperately to kill someone, all because of this blue-haired vixen.
 
Shit! What the hell was going on with him!

Kiara suddenly felt a heavy streak of…………malevolence. Focusing on him, Kiara saw the demon’s eyes closed. His breathing was different, as if he was struggling to do so.

Slightly concerned, Kiara asked, “Hey, are you—”

“I’m fine.” Kiara kept quiet and let him be, until he asked, “Who is……Damious?” Youko’s eyes were open now, daring her not to tell him once again. They were amber-red, a sign—she by now figured—signaled his anger.

“I can’t tell you that.” She knew that was the wrong thing to say, but she wasn’t about to tell a complete stranger her life story.  

His eyes pulsed as he snarled at her. ”You will answer me.”

“Why the hell do you wanna know, huh?!?! What will telling you anything solve, huh?!?! Not a damn thing that’s what!”

Youko glared at Kiara, his intent to kill present in his eyes. Kiara only glared back, her anger surfacing. Who the hell did he think he was, demanding things left and right?

Growling low, Youko stated, “You’re undressed.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“You’re not going like that—”

“Why do you all of a sudden have a problem with me being naked?!?! You sure as hell didn’t seem to have one before!”

Tightening his grip against the bark of the tree, Youko uttered, “That’s not the point.”

“Yeah. You’re right! This is not the point. The real issue here isn’t me, it’s you! I need to get to my sister fast. So I say you either help me find her or get the fuck out of my face because I don’t have time to argue with you. So make your pick. Now!”

Youko and Kiara glared each other down for what seemed an eternity, until Youko came in close, his breath fanning her neck. Kiara suddenly shivered from the unexpected move, unsure what he was planning to do. Youko lips replaced his breath. His tongue slipped out, raising goosebumps in places Kiara didn’t know they could exist in.

Taking a deep breath, Kiara started asking, “What are you—“

Then he bit her.

Kiara screamed at the pain the bite caused her. She brought her hands up to his chest, desperately trying to push him away, but she froze the second she felt the pull of her blood leave her body.

Youko never planned on taking her blood, but he couldn’t resist once it made its way to his mouth. His beast roared in pleasure, savoring each drop. She tasted so damn good! Her blood was absolutely addicting. It was like a fucking drug he couldn’t get enough of. And what had him hooked was the tinge of strawberry vanilla mixed in with it. Oh he would have lost himself in her if her legs didn’t suddenly give way.

Taking one last draw, Youko slowly retracted his fangs, licking the trail of blood away. He licked at the puncture wounds next, healing them and the intense ache he knew she felt with his saliva.  

Youko stepped back taking her with him. She rested against him, catching her breath. But about a minute later she pushed away from him with all the strength she could muster, craving distance. Youko hardly budged, but the little space between them was surely welcomed on her part.

Using the bark of the tree for support, Kiara clamped a hand against her new wound, yelling, “What the hell is wrong with you?!......Why did you do that?!?!”  

Ignoring her questions, Youko suddenly ripped the top of his white tunic, his chiseled chest now exposed for all to see.

Damn it...she was staring……again!!! This was the last thing she wanted to be doing right now, but with him standing in front of her with only a few centimeters to spare, it was hard to do otherwise.

Youko took up what little distance they had between them to circle his hands around her with the tunic. She would have protested, but she couldn’t find her voice. He was dressing her, placing an arm in the sleeve. Coming to the other arm, he looked at her commanding her to put it down. It was still clamped on her neck.

When she didn’t budge, he voiced, “Put. It. Down.”

Kiara refused to move, but then he said, “Do you want to find your sister?”

Damn him for using her sister as a means to get what he wanted!

Glaring the whole time, Kiara slowly descended her arm, slipping it into the other sleeve. Wanting to do this the minute he saw her, Youko reached out for a handful of her silky blue-brown tresses, loving how it fell like water through his hands. She deprived him of this pleasure however, by instantly pulling it back behind her.

“Hurry up and finish.” She muttered quietly, looking anywhere but at him. Then she added, “Please,” in an even quieter tone.

Youko did so a second later, fitting the tunic around her curvaceous body. It was huge on her, practically swallowing her. So he wrapped it around her twice, the bottom of it resting at her hips. Making a small vine, he wrapped it around her waist to hold it all together.

The moment he finished, she stepped away from him needing to be as far away as she possible could. But that didn’t work since he materialized in front her the next second.

“Please will you just listen to me for once and move.”

“You’re weak—”

“I don’t need you to tell me that, damn you! Just leave me the hell alone!” She turned around to depart, but decided against it, turning back to add, “And if for a second you believe you can dictate what I do or what I say, let me be the first to tell you that you are downright fucking crazy!” Taking a step closer, Kiara finished by saying, “You don’t own me………Nobody does.”

With that, Kiara took off, sprinting in the direction of the flaring auras.  Youko watched her go, trying once again to regain control of his beast.

Damn her. Everything about her. Her face. Her body. Her scent. Why was he so fucking drawn to it all? He had been with more females than most men did or would in their entire lifetime. And not once did he, himself, feel as drawn to them as he did this female.

Then there was the question: Why hadn’t he killed her for her insolence? Why did he hesitate to—

Youko felt it and his beast roared in his head, urging him to take action now! He cursed under his breath again before taking off after her. He sensed something, a demon, closing in on her from behind. Drinking more of her blood then he should have, he was able to get an accurate reading on her position and energy level and let just say the latter wasn’t up to his liking. She wouldn’t be able to stand a chance against the demon sneaking up behind her.

“Damn female.” Youko growled, sprinting his way over to her. He wasn’t about to let this female die. He should, but he had some unfinished business with her. He wasn’t finished with her yet.
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This chappie was refabricated (…totally made this word up….i think…..lol…) from scratch because I sooooooooooooooo didn’t like the previous one. (…ugh…the other one gave me nightmares…….*shiver……..lmaoooo ^-^…)

So tell me what you think okay! I wanna hear all about your dislikes and likes!

Stay tuned for the next chappie!

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