Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ To Be As One ❯ Silent Promise ( Chapter 6 )

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

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         &n bsp;To Be As One


Previously on To Be As One…

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.

Chapter 6: “Silent Promise”

The solid, cold ground on which Youko stood shook. It was a small disturbance, but an unusual one that should not be.

Turning to look out the cave’s entrance, Youko’s eyes narrowed.

For him to have felt such vibrations, after placing an impenetrable force field a mile deep around this cave could only mean one thing. Something strong, powerful, and annoyingly persistent was making a ruckus nearby. And he knew exactly who it was.

Reaching over, Raisha’s gentle fingers rested upon his chin, bringing him to meet her gaze head on. And what a wondrous gaze it was. Those eyes of hers were truly mesmerizing. Never had he ever been so caught up by such a pair. “Youko. You sense him don’t you? Malacus? He followed us didn’t he.”    

Youko groaned in agony.

Her voice. The way she said his name! She was going to be the death of him sooner rather than later.  

His cock throbbed at the sound and he pulled her in, closer. Turning his face into her long, soft hand, Youko did the one thing he was sure he was incapable of.

Showing affection.

He nuzzled her palm, pushing against it to place a small kiss at its center. He felt her freeze in response, her body turned completely rigid. But she did not pull back. Looking back at her, he saw her stare at him with slight shock and apprehension. Never looking away, he drew his tongue out, licking her where he kissed her.

He watched her shudder, as if a sudden chill had zipped up her spin. Her eyes flickered becoming a darker shade of blue, the silver crystals popping out even more so than before. Turned on by her reaction, Youko continued drawing his tongue upward, caressing her middle finger. Once he reached the top of it, he devoured it, completely taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it hard and long, using his tongue to taste her. Her skin was soft and sweet and if he could, he’d eat her up right then and there.

By this point, she was panting. Real hard.

Her eyes turned the darkest blue he’d ever seen. Almost midnight in color. Accented by the silver-blue crystals, her eyes were absolutely stunning and they no longer held any surprise or fear. Instead, what replaced them were unsure lust and desire.  

He didn’t think it was possible but his member enlarged, painfully so, a ready weapon to be used. He wanted so badly to dive into her and fuck her senseless. Fuck her like he never fucked a woman in his entire existence. And he would. Oh hot damn, he would. But for now…

He nicked her skin on the tip of her finger, drawing her precious blood into his mouth. She took in a breath and whimpered softly.

Squeezing one of his shoulders, Raisha began, “Youko. W-what are you-u……” He withdrew more blood, sucking hard. And she moaned, arching into him.  

Realizing what she had done, and terrified that she had done it, Raisha pulled her finger out of his mouth.

Or tried to.

He wouldn’t let her go.

“Let-t go.” She demanded, her breath still shallow, pulling once again.

He refused.

Glaring daggers his way, she warned him. “If you do not head my words and release my finger at this very second, I will—ah!”

He bit her finger again, later easing his tongue around it, healing the sting of             &nb sp;       his bite with his natural healing saliva.

 “You were saying?” Youko smirked, taking much amusement from her reactions to his actions.

Angered, Raisha exclaimed, “Will you cease to play these games!”

“This is not a game.”

Slightly caught off guard by the sharp intonation of his voice, she inquired, “Then what title would you suggest this be given?”

He did not answer. Instead, he continued to stare at her, his amber eyes piercing right through to where, she had no clue.

Raisha’s heart began its rapid play against her chest, thumping so hard, so loudly, she was sure it would beat itself out of her.

And for what?

Why was it behaving so irrationally?

The knowledge necessary to the answer this question, she did not have. And for a woman, who was always in control over her life, this aggravated her to no end.

“Demon, I do not possess the time acquired for whatever this is. Malacus will soon—”

“Use it. You know my name.” Youko growled.

Taken aback once again by his response, she responded, “I beg your pardon.”

Repeating himself, he muttered, “You know my name, so use it.”

Staring at him, she replied, “In that you are correct. I have acquired the knowledge of the title you were born into. However, are you not a demon?”
“Use my name. End of story.” His command was final and she disliked it. She wanted to argue, but before she could, she became heavily distracted by what he said next.

“And Malacus can’t find you here. So for the time being, you will rest.” Holding her to him, but no longer in the air, he lowered her until her feet touched the cold rock with a silent tap.

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she began. “What you say cannot be true. Malacus—”

“Will not be able to detect the location of this cave.” He finished for her. “This cave was built a few centuries back with one purpose. It serves as a hideout. A force field—a mile radius in length—surrounds this cave, casting it in an invisible light. No one but I can see as well as enter it. Therefore, it will never be detected. Although if I allow it, one may go through. This is the only other method of entry.”

“This force field not only cloaks, but distorts beings from treading to close, causing mass confusion that ultimately drives anyone, whether male or female, adult or child, away with a foreboding sensation. So you can be rest assured that you will be safe here—”

“I will never be safe.” She uttered, almost as if in autopilot. Looking anywhere but directly at him.

This wasn’t her. Her behavior was different. She always looked him in the eye. Heck, she would physically divert his face towards her if he looked anywhere but at her. She was direct and he liked that. No shadiness. No lies.

“I am who I am. What you had estimated was true. I am a water bender. But rightly so, I am the last remaining water bender to wander this world. The last one.” She was trying to keep herself composed. He could see it. However, seeing her like this, this bothered him. A lot.

“As long as I am to be, he will never rest until he has captured me. I am his ultimate goal. I have always been for many an age now." Finally looking back at him, her gaze burned him to his very core. If it hadn’t disappeared as quickly as it had come, he would have sworn he saw sorrow fitter across her eyes.

"And I always will be. So heed my warning when I say 'Leave me be.'" Shaking her head, hard determination settled in, written all over her face. "I am not worth, your life."

The fact that Youko had engaged in behaviors unfit for a bandit, let alone the King of all bandits, already had him questioning his mate's influence over him because in such a short time, she had evoked almost every unknown emotion known to man in Youko, which he believed, up until now, he was born without.

And another fact: Every female he had fucked--which may very well have been 3/4ths of the entire female population—thought themselves worthy of him in some way, shape, or form. Ready to offer anything—literally—they all expected he give them something. The one thing he would never give.

Himself. Completely.

But this one female who he was fated to claim and she him, this woman who had him acting like a stranger, this vixen who was driving him on the brink of insanity with so many arising emotions, just declared herself not worthy of him nor his claim.

He was pissed off. And he didn’t know why, which increased his anger. Why was he so furious at her claim, especially when he had rightfully told others the exact same thing? That they were not worthy of him.

And why did he suddenly want to drive his throbbing cock within her? Dammit!!!

Livid, Youko took a step into Raisha, his growl low, menacing. Stunned, Raisha tool a step back and continued to do so as he moved forward, alarming her. Back flat against the cool, hard wall, Raisha stared him down with wide, open eyes, their color now a light blue, the blue-silver crystals barely visible.
too long they stared at one another, consuming one another visually until Raisha spoke out.
"Youko--"
Youko moved in, slamming both hands on the wall behind her, her head in between them. She did not flinch, just stared. But the cave shook with the amount of force he administered, his hands now compressed within the wall, rocks tumbling down as a result. Bending his head to be eye level with her, Youko growled, "I decided who is worthy of me. No. One. Otherwise."
Surprisingly, her facial expression went from one of shock to one of anger in less than 5 seconds.
"You arrogant demon! Will you persist to keep your eyes and ears shut! Why will you not heed my warning!?!?you lost all that which is necessary for your mind to function?!?!"

As if she never spoke a word, Youko continued to stare her down with those amber-red eyes of his, not a single word leaving his mouth. Only when he felt the earth shake beneath his feet a second time did he look away from her out the cave opening.

Feeling it this time, Raisha quickly spoke. “He won’t stop until he finds me. I must go. I must fight him or—”

“No.” Youko uttered, his tone final. “You are to remain here, rest, and let your leg heal. I will go instead. It’s what I planned, so you will follow through with it.”

Glaring at him, she yelled, “You are such an infuriating demon! Why won’t you let me go to do what it is I must do!?!? I am not a helpless babe!” Closing her eyes for a quick second, she sighed and continued, “Malacus is not your average demon, Youko. He is a shifter of great power, a demon you should not take lightly. He has multiple forms and acquires a new one through engulfing another. So that wolf demon you saw earlier was just the bodily image of a wolf who used to be. ”
“Is that supposed to make me quake in my boots?”

Looking down at his feet, she frowned, “It should, however you do not possess any on your feet? Therefore, you cannot commence the ‘quaking’ which is necessary, correct?”

Youko just stared at her until he could no longer keep face.

He laughed. Honestly laughed, the sensation foreign, but otherwise still fresh.

What was this woman doing to him?

Sighing hotly out in frustration, she continued, “You’re as stubborn as a sycamore tree rooted to the very ground we stand on! You need to listen to me! You don't know him or what he’s capable of doing!"

Eyes narrowing to even slits, his amusement vanished in a blink of an eye, his anger permeating off his body in massive waves.

"And I suppose you know him well."

Confusion took her over. Why was he upset with her? She should be the one angry at him!! Did he not see the danger! Her life was not worth his. She will never allow another being to willingly die because of her.

Never again.

But then there came the big question. Why did he insist on fighting Malacus instead of going on his merry way? Why was he so adamant she remain in this cave? Why was he helping her, protecting her?

What did he want?

Shaking her head, she tried once more. She had to get through to him. "Youko, please listen to me. Malacus'are unimaginable. Unpredictable. You can't--"

The cave shook as the growl, out Youko's throat, filled it. His eyes glowed an eerie red, as if taken over by blood. His face full of hot rage and blind anger, Youko squeezed both hands into fist, taking more of the wall with him.

“Do you think me so weak, water bender?"

The malicious tone in his voice, had the hairs on the skin of her neck rise. But the look in his eyes. One couldn't explain that. That which made her freeze in place.

Ironic don't you think. She being a water bender and all...

Regaining her composure, Raisha explained, "No. Like I have mentioned before, I do not think of you as such. In fact, I think the exact opposite."

Taking a risk, inching closer to him, she spoke, "Like I have also mentioned, this isn't a matter of whether I believe you are capable of defeating Malacus, Youko." Pausing, taking in the cool air of the cave around her, she continued, "Why would I let you fight Malacus, who is after me? He is my problem. My enemy. My responsibility. He has nothing to do with you as well as I." With firm determination she commanded, "Therefore, leave me be. Don't ever come near me again."

Raisha had hoped her words would get through to him this time. But then…

The biggest smirk she'd ever seen took hold of his face, fangs as deadly as a fine sharp blade just itching to nick the skin of whomever to draw blood.

“Is that a command, Raisha?”

A shiver racked Raisha’s body, chilling her to her core.

He changed.

Something was completely off about him now. Before he was angry at her. Furious even. And that she could handle, even fight back against. But this…she didn’t know what this was. And it………..alarmed her. Petrified her, actually causing her heart to give out if only for just a second or two.

There was an evil presence surrounding him, pulling him into the darkness. She could see it in his eyes, ever present, ever knowing, and……controlling.

What was he?

As if he could read her very thoughts, his grin grew wider as he closed in on her, his mouth a centimeter away from her ear.   

“Do you honestly believe that I would let you leave once I found you? You were destined to be mine and mine you shall be. No one can have you, expect me. DO you understand this? Never forget it, Raisha, because the second you do, blood will be shed.”  

Youko lifted his head to look at her and she stilled. She couldn’t breathe. Could not speak nor could she move or feel. She was completely immobile, trapped by his words and that gaze that saw right through her.

Once Youko was sure his message got through to her, he left her there, in the cave, walking towards the entrance without a word.  

Dread poisoned every inch of her blood as her heart clenched.

He was just like Malacus.

No. He was worse. Far, far worse. Yes, Malacus wanted her for himself, wanted to use her to achieve his immoral ambitions. But Youko was different. The magnitude of his claim was nothing Raisha had ever encountered.

Youko emitted a demonic, deep possession that Raisha wanted no part off, but somehow was already tied into. It held her with a grip so tight, that it was bound to suffocate her.

Why hadn’t she spotted this before?

But more importantly, why was her fear for him more powerful than her fear of him? This did not make any sense! After what he just said, why did she care that he still planned on heading off to fight Malacus? What was it about him that confused her so, warping her rationality?!?!

She could not answer these questions. And this troubled her so.  

Although she should, she could not let him do this! He thought to lightly of Malacus and his power and this, she knew, would get him killed. She must stop him. But how?
  
In a state of panic, Raisha did something unimaginable. Something driven only by pure instinct.

Running towards his retreating form, Raisha ran in front of him, grabbed him to her lips, then locked them together in a brutal kiss.

The kiss was scorching. Hot. Erotic.

It was intimate. Beyond intimate in fact. It was something not of this world, as each devoured one another.

Wrapping her arms around his head, she pulled him in, practically sucking the damn life out of him as she pulled at his tongue, liking his taste way more than she should. Youko growled his shock, hunger, and lust into her body, pulling her into him, unable to resist her. His newfound temptation.

She was pure addiction. A drug he had no hope of escaping.

Raisha instinctively ground up against him, moaning her pleasure as he growled his approval. He loved her fragrance, the sweet nectar that was her mouth. It filled him, her taste unbelievable.

The heat between them could kill. Never had he experienced such passion with another woman. None of them ever made him feel a fraction of what he felt right this very second. None could have ever made him feel this way. So hot. So full of desire. Wanton of her and her only. Wanting more and more of her until there was nothing left.

No. No one could compare to this. And no one ever will.

This woman. This water bender was his! Destined to be his and only his. And he'd be damned before he allowed anyone to take her from him.

Every cell in Raisha's mind, every cell in her body, was screaming on the top of their lungs. It was so unlike her to do this! So unlike her to go this far for someone, especially when that someone was a demon!

But...she couldn't let this go. Couldn't leave him be. By God, she wished she could. Her mind continued to shout out reason after reason. That his kindness was a fluke. That he would end her just like Malacus, even more so, if she ever let him have his way.

But everything that she was, her entire being, was screaming at her, longing for him, desiring everything that he was. She wanted him so badly. Craved him so sweetly. Felt she would suffer greatly if he died in battle with Malacus. And this scared the shit out of her. Why would she care? She hated this, but couldn’t help herself. He was a stranger. A stranger she was somehow connected to on a level she couldn’t even fathom.

Losing air quickly, Raisha left his mouth, resting her forehead against his to breathe once again. d by the up and down rhythm of his diaphragm, she willed herself to calm down, grabbing his face in her hands once again.

Looking into him, she saw such intense emotion. It scorched her like the burning sun and she shivered in response. As her breathing returned back to normal, she pulled him close and whispered, "Don't go, please. Don't fight him. Save yourself and forget you ever met me."

Raisha had been staring at him for what seemed like hours before he moved, pulling her flush against his body into……..an embrace.

Well this was shocking.

Of all the things, Raisha was not expecting this form of affection from him. It was slightly more shocking then anything he’s ever done before. But amidst her shock, that feeling of cold dread came back full force when she realized his intention far too late.

“The instant we met, you were mine. I will not let him have you. So rest, Raisha, for when you wake, he will no longer be your concern.”

Without pause, his fingers found the pressure point on her neck, knocking her unconscious.

Wrapping her securely in his arms, cradled to his chest, Youko took her farther into the cave in a minor opening. There lay sheets made of the finest material, silk spread in every color. Placing her gently across it, he watched her breath so silently, her face void of any emotion. Peaceful. Beautiful.

Raising a hand, Youko ran his fingers across her face, starting from her hair line down past her closed eye lid, her cheek, to her lips, which were full, moist, and red. Her smooth skin was soothing and warm and his gut contracted. This woman…His woman was here in front of him. He actually found his soul mate.

The chances of finding one’s soul mate was slim to none. And as the King of All Bandits, Youko didn’t think he had one...

But he did.

And another wanted her.  

Youko’s growled low, his vision blood red in anger.

Malacus. That bastard. Youko wasn’t going to just going to kill him. No. He was going to make his life a living hell.

Eyeing the pulsing-blue vine that wrapped itself around his mates broken leg, he muttered, “No one will harm you and live to breathe another day. No One.”

Resting a sheet upon her, Youko secured the cave once more, before leaving to find the bastard who dared to touch what was his.             &nb sp;************************************************************************
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