Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ To Be As One ❯ Internal Struggles ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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

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There happens to be and will be (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 may be profanity in this chapter and in all the other chapters that follow it.  

OH! By the way, there may be times where I have characters portray their thoughts to you readers. Their thoughts will be italicized and bolded with ellipses before and after the thought.

Youko – …What do you want?...

Raisha – …Hello, nice to me you!...


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Previously on To Be As One…

The demon holding her in his arm roared to the heavens in a fit of rage and this started the transformation. His aura was changing into something…menacing. So much so that the female wanted to cringe in fear. However, she didn’t. She had an eerie feeling things would only get worse if the demon knew she was currently scared of him too now.



With his hair suddenly a foot or two longer and his claws elongating to serve their purpose, Youko’s eyes were completely red. Only an amber rim in the middle signaled that he wasn’t completely gone.  
 


Landing those very eyes on the demon who just attacked her, Youko bellowed, “YOU’RE DEAD!!!”

Chapter 5: “Internal Struggles”
The demon who threw the spear stepped out of the shelter of the trees, chuckling evilly as he revealed himself. Tall in stature with a muscular build, the wolf demon matched Youko’s hot, scorching glare.

Fangs all exposed in a cocky grin, the wolf replied, “Is that a fact, fox?” A piercing chorus of admired roars issued throughout the forest upon his words of challenge.  

The female cringed as she heard the name of that retched demon among the bellowing roars.

“Malacus! Malacus! Malacus!” They shouted, all in praise of a cold-hearted, blood thirsty demon. But that voice. Dread drenched her heart as she heard his voice. She knew it well, would know it anywhere. And she hated it. Hated it to the very core of her being.   

Upon instinct, Youko brought her up closer to him, his mouth meeting the nape of her neck. As his chest began to vibrate of its own accord, he nuzzled his way to her ear, licking away at her sweaty, but smooth skin. Something between a gasp and a moan escaped her throat and she wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, holding on to him as an unfamiliar emotion rocked her body through her ongoing pain.  

“Be calm, little vixen. You are not well, remember?” Youko tightened his grip on her waist in warning, as she panted heavily against him.

A painful chuckle left her lips as she answered, “Oh, yes. How could I forget?”

Youko would have smirked at her sarcasm if she wasn’t hanging on only by a thread and if he also wasn’t royally pissed off at the wolf who dared look upon him with those eyes as if superior.

The wolf demon’s violet orbs were ominous daggers, ready to shred anything in its path. And Youko felt it, aimed straight for him.

“That woman you hold in you filthy hands belongs to me, fox!” The wolf took a step or two forwards as he spoke. “Release her to me. Or die.”

If his voice didn’t give it away, his facial expressions did: possessiveness and what seemed to be hot jealousy was written all over it.

This didn’t sit well with Youko.

Not one damn bit.

So without hesitation, Youko blatantly replied, “Fuck you.”

Ready to summon his whip of vines, Youko focused his demonic energy to the surface, when the female in his arms suddenly jerked her head up from the shelter of his neck and tensed…

With lightning speed, Youko spun around and caught five poisonous spears with an angry hand, half a centimeter from his face. A low, menacing growl erupted within Youko as he threw the spears back in the direction they came from at an alarming speed, killing both the demon who had the audacity to throw them and an unfortunate other, who chose to stand behind him, instantly.

Fools.

They would all di—

“Bouclista De Glacesimah!” The female screamed, seconds before a menacing blast of dark energy could get the chance to incinerate them from behind. A wall of ice instantly appeared once those words left her mouth, raising one arm in the air to increase its shielding affects. If she was at full strength and pain free, the shield would have stood a good chance against the unsuspected attack. But weak as she was, it shattered within a few seconds.

Those few short seconds provided Youko with enough time to jump out the way, taking to the ground in a desperate move to save them both from an attack that would have wounded them severely, if not killed them.

   The energy blast continued on and struck the forest behind them causing a major eruption. Horrible piercing screams of dying demons filled the air as many failed to escape from its path.   

The mere instant Youko’s body hit the ground another beam—though less in strength—flew towards him. Using his free arm to push him and the woman in his arms in the air, Youko landed across the lake in a slight crouch.

“Nephentbouratus. Rise.”

Aiming his energy towards the ground, the floor around him began to move before four gargantuan vines popped out before him. Four nasty, looking plants came out attached the vines, screeching as loud as the ear could hear. Yellow, with purple spots, these bowl-like looking plants secreted poison that burned like hot lava if touched. Inside the bowl figure lay huge teeth, ready to tear up everything and anything in its path.  

“Have your fill.”

With that the plants screeched to the heavens before targeting their meals at alarming speeds.

That ought to give him some time—

A final sound of distress left the woman’s throat and Youko knew she was at her limit. Quite frankly, he marveled at the fact that she was still conscious. Though he sheltered her from the fall to the ground, her leg had moved then and during the jump over the lake. He had to adjust her in his grasp afterward, which would have definitely added to her excruciating pain. And let’s not forget the spell she conjured with practically no energy left.

Youko sensed her energy level and it was low. So low one would have assumed she was dead. But somehow she managed to find the strength and energy to perform one.

A spell that saved their lives. Or rather his life.

That stupid attack with the spears was a distraction from the real deal, the orb of dark energy. And it was aimed directly for Youko and he knew it. It was meant to obliterate him. Take him out. Key word, meant. Youko did admit that it could have wounded him severely, but kill…you’d need a little more than that to annihilate the King of Thieves. But regardless, it did catch him off guard. And if his little vixen had not provided him with the few short seconds of escape there would have been trouble.

A sudden warm sense of admiration and pride swelled within him. His mate was a tough cookie. She possessed more strength, will power, and courage than most well-trained men—

He smelt it.

That mesmerizing aroma she possessed. The one that led him straight to her. It suddenly grew in its potency and …blood has tangled within it.  

He stomach knotted at the sudden fact that she was injured further. Youko looked down to find small streams of blood flow from cuts—no bite wounds—on her upper arm. But they weren’t a result of the attack, she had bit herself as a result of the pain. And she still was.

“Stop.” He commanded as he gently took hold of her face, pulling it away from her arm. In response, she bit down harder, causing more of her precious blood to spill to the ground. “I said Stop!” He repeated, pulling harder this time. She relinquished her hold, bring her to face him. Those mesmerizing sapphire orbs, decorated with silver crystals, held him captive like a fool stuck in an obvious trap. But pain…unimaginable pain reflected through and reached out to him, gripping a desperate hand around his heart.

She was hurting. Tired. And a grain of sand away from losing consciousness.

In that moment, he gave in.

And the second he did, he knew that his fate had been sealed.

As if he would die without it, Youko devoured those parted, full lips with his own, drowning in the pleasure it gave him. Pleasure far more dangerous than anything he had every experienced before. His woman whimpered then froze up against him from shock. Youko brought her up closer, mindful of her injury, to deepen the kiss, which she returned with unsure passion ignited from the burning flames his brought forth. The second he tasted her blood, a growl form the deepest part of his soul rushed out and filled the air that was filled with screams of horror and death around them. Her blood was his undoing. It was an aphrodisiac. It had to be because he could not get enough of its sweet taste. Raw, desperate need gnawed at him, burned him at the pit of his soul. Never had he felt this way. Craved this way. Wanted this way. And just after a kiss!

A hungry snarl vibrated from his throat as he sought the entrance of her warm cavern. He needed more. Wanted more of her blood. Her taste. His tongue stroked her bottom lip with ravenous need, urging her to open for him. At first she failed to do so, making him snarl in protest. But soon after, she opened for him, allowing him glorious passage. The instant he invaded her mouth, she moaned, and his manlyhood throbbed and ached in response. Damn. She was so sweet. Like the sweat nectar of a honey tree. Their tongues battled each other and stroked, savoring each other’s taste.

Youko couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted her inside him now. She mistakenly ran her tongue over one of his sharp fangs, earning a lust filled moan etched with desire as well as an engorged cock. This erotic sensation sweltering between them fed her growing need, becoming completely taken by the kiss. It was then and only then that he made his move.

Adjusting the arm that held her to him, Youko assured himself she was locked securely against him before sending his other arm over her leg to the heart of the wound. His female instantly whimpered and jerked back, away from him. But he kept her in their searing kiss. Summoning his energy, Youko broke their kiss and said against her lips, “Aidinus. Awaken.”

At those words, a blue vine clung to her leg in a tight vise, pulsing rapidly.

Before she could scream, Youko reclaimed her lips, drowning them into him. She held on to his neck with a lethal grip that would have snapped any feeble man in two. Youko kissed her voraciously, pushing her mind away from the pain she had to endure. Within a few second, her screams lessened and she instead whimpered against him, loosening the tightness in her hold. Stroking her one last time with his tongue, Youko reluctantly left his new found addiction to look at her.

She was panting hard, completely out of breath. Her hair a disorganized mess around her, sweat lined her pours as she turned to look at what he had done to her leg. She stared at the pulsing blue vines attached to her body then back at him.

There was no more pain etched on her face. Just sheer bewilderment and awe.

Eyes boring into his, she asked, “What is it?”

“One of my creations. As long as it’s on you it will relieve you of your pain as well as heal your wound in the process. Unfortunately, attaching it to oneself can be a ‘bitch’ so Kuroune put it.”

Her eyes continued to stare into his as if she were searching for something, for what Youko had no clue, but he disconnected their gaze before she could find what it is she was looking for.
 
Consciously aware of the death glare trained on them this entire time, Youko’s blazing amber-red eyes, landed on the wolf demon who seemed less than happy at the moment on the other side of the river.

Ending the life of the last Nephentbouratus plant, the wolf and only a handful of his men remained.

Eyes dark-violet, seeping with malice. Hands clenched shut into tight fists. Muscles bunched and rigid in anger. Aura screaming pure vengeance.

Yup! The wolf was pissed.

Very pissed.

Watching the last Nephentbouratus plant burn in black flames, the blue-eyed woman stared at the scene in complete and utter shock. The majority of Malacus’ army was dead. Either destroyed or eaten by those gargantuan plants.

Without looking away, she inquired, “Were they your creations too?”

“Yes.” Youko answered, inhumane power resonating behind that voice.

“I see.” Without so much as breaking a sweat, this demon—or rather his pet plant—annihilated numerous high level demons. She wasn’t exactly sure who was more lethal? Malacus or the demon holding her against him?

Youko eyed the black flames that consumed the skin of his baby. He had heard of the infamous black flames that not only consumed its contents, but did so in the most agonizing way. It was rumored to be 100x’s more painful than the average burn of regular fire. To control something as powerful as this, one had to possess immense power.

Youko smirked. Looking at the bastard who wanted his female, Youko taunted, “It looks like I underestimated you, dog. You are not the weak piece of shit I thought you to be, which is good. I’d hate being bored.”   

The wolf demon glared at him, death ever present in his now obsidian colored eyes.

Good.

Youko wanted him—

Suddenly, soft delicate hands turned his head to face one that would irrevocably affect his soul.  

Well damn.

This wasn’t good.

Shaking her head, his mate pleaded, “No. Do not fight him. He will—”

Youko roared out his disapproval to her unfinished statement. Did she think him so weak or unfit to kill the scum before him? Youko’s ego was shot and he wasn’t happy. Not happy one bit.

Somehow understanding his sudden outburst, the female quickly spoke. “Demon, your sense of self is almost as vast as this entire forest. Take heed that I do not insult your strength nor do I undermine your abilities. I know you are strong, a worthy opponent.”

If their earlier encounter as well as the work of his plants hadn’t confirmed this, his aura did. This demon wasn’t one to trifle with.

He very well could hold his own if not win against Malacus. Maybe he was the one she had been searching for all alon—No!...She couldn’t. She wouldn’t drag him into this, his ego be damned.

“But demon, brute strength alone cannot defeat him. So please walk away from this. This is not your fight. It is mine. And I refuse to–”

 Youko grunted in a scoffing manner, grinning to show his sharp, ever lethal fangs.

“Woman, you don’t know how wrong you are.”

That grin caused her breath to hitch in her throat. He looked so magnificent. Eyeing those lips, she found herself suddenly thinking about the blistering kiss they shared not too long ago. Never had she experienced such a kiss. It rocked her to the very core of her being. The need. The desire. The pleasure it brought was…powerfully overwhelming.  So much so it enabled her to forget about the pain. All of the pain.

Why had she allowed him to do such a thing to her? She’d never let anyone get so close to do so. Ever. So why had she let him?

Unwilling to think of this much further, she asked, “I am wrong in what sense?”

Moving closer to her as if ready to kiss her again, Youko replied, “In every sense—”   

Youko jumped high in the air, landing on a branch directly above him. At the sudden movement, his woman let loose a light squeal, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She kept her face against him, breathing heavily.

Dammit. She should not be doing that. He was hard enough as it is.  

Looking down to distract him, Youko spotted the very ground they had been standing on, now a whole in the ground, completely singed by black flames.

Well…that would have hurt.

Eyeing the demon responsible for the attack, Youko grinned once more, but in way eviler fashion, as his ruby eyes shined bright.

“How rude. I was talking with my woman, dog. Show some respect, especially to those far superior than you.”

A look of pure malice rested upon the wolf’s face as he shouted, “You insolent whelp! You will die by my hands! She is mine and you would be wise to release her to me, NOW!”
  
Youko smirked. “You just try and take her from me, d—”

A familiar hand diverted Youko’s attention to a pair of angry, dark blue eyes. When had they changed color?

“Will you stop provoking him!” She exclaimed, her anger rising with each word. “And do you not listen demon! Do not fight against him—”

“You’re starting to get on my last damn nerves, female.” This wasn’t true. Not at all. The female herself was not what was getting to him. It was the words that left her mouth and the way she said them that did. Although she had declared him a demon of great strength, she continued to ward him off, away from the fight. Did she lie to him? Did she think him too weak to kill that wretched canine?

Did she think more highly of that dog than he?

“The feeling is mutual I assure you, demon.” She drawled, eyes of anger still present. “But will you honestly not listen and fight!?! With me in your arms for that matter?!?”

Oh yeah. He forgot that little tid bit.

And he wasn’t about to let her down. Not with her condition and this horny, mate stealing wolf a few feet away.

Well shit. Now he had to delay killing off that bastard.

The female let out her breath, the one she did not realize she was holding the second she saw the truth of her statement settle in the demons eyes. She couldn’t have this demon risk his life like this.

He was different from the rest.

If truly selfish—the trait demons possessed in high abundance, according to her anyway—he would not have stayed. He would have left her for dead. Would not have cared who her attackers were or that she was in pain. He especially would not have relieved her of such pain nor would he have kissed her so. She could be reading too much into it, but he was good. The first she ever encountered.

She could all be wrong for this could very well be an ego thing. He did have one as great as this forest. But her intuition said different. He hid it. That good side to him. He would die before one such as he admitted to it. That she knew and she knew it well.

And so she would protect him from her fate.

Her resolve set, she reiterated, “Leave me and this fight here, demon. Go while—no…Wait! What are you doi-ing-g!”  
 
Adjusting her to the bridal position, Youko suddenly took off, running further into the forest through the tall branches above. The second he moved, the wolf’s little entourage took pursuit, following him not too far behind. Multiple energy blasts and poison filled spears raced to meet them. Youko dodged them all, never breaking a sweat.
 
Unable to stomach height with inhumane speed, the female buried her head against Youko’s neck, holding him to her for dear life. He was going to feel that in the morning.  

Youko looked down at his female and saw her eyes closed shut, her face against him full of...no. It couldn’t be. Was she--?...She was! She was afraid of heights! Of all the things. His mate had faced him and a whole army of demons with less fear than this!

Youko would have scoffed at such a trifle fear. But he found himself instinctively cradling her closer to him, as close as they could get in the hopes of easing her—ughhh…

…What the hell am I doing?...

How did he get so far off track!?! The plan was to stay the hell away from her! She was his mate, someone he couldn’t afford to have. Did not want to have. But yet…

Damn.

For the first time in centuries, Youko was thrown in disarray. His life was built around order, plans. Every victim. Every heist. Every battle was meticulously planned to the very last detail. And they were followed through. Always. Just like not having a mate. He could not have one, but yet…

Youko growled low and his vixen reacted, surprisingly pulling herself closer to him.

Damn her for this! Did she not know what she was doing to him?!?!

Refocusing on the task at hand, Youko changed direction, increasing his speed even further. He was close by to one of his hideouts, made in case of emergencies.

Coming to an abrupt stop at the entrance of a cave, Youko checked for any disturbances. He didn’t expect any, but it couldn’t hurt to make sure. A force field had been placed within a mile radius of this area, allowing no one to detect its existence. Those who treaded nearby would become disoriented, rubbed by a strong intuition to leave and never return.

 “Are we still in the trees?”

Youko groaned, internally. That voice of hers against his neck did things to him. Sinful things. He could feel each and every vibration of every word she uttered right to the very core of his...

Youko closed his eyes, calming himself and his rising beast.  “No we are not.”

The female removed her face from his neck, absorbing the scenery around her.

She gasped.  

The mysterious blue hue of the cave shimmered like crystals struck by the very light of the sun, giving rise to a whole array of colors. From white to dark, cobalt blue it absolutely took her breath away. It reminded her of the sea. Of how it calmed her. Took her away from her chaotic world. The feel of cool water over her skin was soothing. Relaxing. Like a loving caress. How she wished she was there this very instant.     

A deep longing filled her heart, suddenly making it heavy.

“What ails you, vixen?”

Startled out of her thoughts, the female had almost forgotten where she was, turning back to look at him. But that was a mistake.

Her breath once again caught in her throat. A repetitive reaction. Why? Because this demon was absolutely gorgeous. His beauty, truly astounding. His body, irrevocably masculine. Especially in his demonic form.

That face. His face was meant to strike fear in the hearts of even the mightiest beings. But for her….it did quite the opposite. Her body defied all normal reaction, suddenly sensitive to the core. One single movement. One single touch. One single look made her hot all over, her mind a foggy haze. She could no longer think clearly, only feel. Feel things she never felt before by another. With an intensity as powerful as the heaven’s above.

Never leaving his gaze, she asked, “What is your name, demon?” her voice changed, a sweet whisper in the wind.

His cock stirred and his eyes pulsed in excitement, lust. Her voice was like an open invitation. One he burned to take.

Answering her, he growled, “Youko Kurama.”

As quickly as he spotted her shock, she quickly hid it under that perfect mask of hers.

Silence was upon them until she asked, “The Youko Kurama, King of Thieves?”

An evil smirk graced his features, “Scared, water bender?”

“My name is Raisha, not water bender.” She corrected, eyes shimmering as a result of what he believed to be slight fury. “And no, I am not frightened by you. My knowledge of who you are now only explains…everything.”

“Oh? Pray tell what that might be, Raisha?” Youko inquired, disbelieving her completely.    

Ignoring the manner in which he spoke her name and the affects it had on her body, Raisha responded, “The magnitude of your strength. Power. And skill. But most importantly, your ego, which indeed is as vast as this entire forest.”

Tightening his hold on her, he threatened, “Men have died for far lesser words.”

Challenging him, she said, “You can try Youko Kurama, King of all Thieves. But be warned, I am not your average man.”

No she wasn’t. She was far better.

Strong, courageous, determined. This female. His female was like none he ever encountered. She was a warrior. A warrior that possessed a body of an angel.

Her body pressed tightly against him, Youko could not get enough. It was like his body had been starved for centuries, ready to devour every part of her. Never had he known such raw, desperate emotion. But he knew the underlying cause of it.  

She was his mate. Destined for him. Made for him in every way. And now that he found her, no other would have her.

Absolutely no one.
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