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Thanks For The Memories	By : AdminRaptor Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 2200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Chapter 1:]
I "met" Yomi while bathing in a hot spring. It wasn't exactly a hand-shaking introduction of acquaintances. Far from that really. I wasn't alone either. A former acquaintance was with me. I can't remember her name now. We pretty well lost contact after the "Yomi incident."
It was late. I'd sunk down under the water to soak my hair. When I arose, it was her scream that was my first hint that this bath wasn't exactly going to be normal. My second hint was the sound of a man stumbling, then splashing into the hot spring with us. Nameless Acquaintance ran off immediately, trying to drag me away too, but I pulled away from her grip. What can I say? I was curious. First, there was a complete stranger-a man no less!-second, he wasn't even attempting to chase us, and third, he had blood on his face, one of his arms, and his clothes.
Yes, I realize that if this had been a horror film, I'd have been the first character to die a gruesome death.
I moved forward slowly. His eyes were closed, and he was clearly freaking out. His arms moved about, as if he were trying to follow the ground. He was only about knee-deep in the warm water, being that he was sitting on a rock. I, on the other hand, was waist-deep.
Did I care that I was naked in front of this man? Part of me did, but I (oddly) didn't feel threatened. Was he blind? It looked like it. Even if I had felt threatened before, I definitely didn't after that realization.
I reached out to grab one of his arms and shrieked when he attempted to strike me-missing with a margin of about two planets. "Whoa! Hey! Not trying to hurt you! Stop!" I dodged more attempts.
"Stop!" Dodge.
"Trying!" Dodge.
"To!" Dodge.
"Hit!" Dodge.
"Me!" Dodge.
I grabbed the wrist connected to the fist that was flying toward me. So now I had one arm and one wrist in my hands. Surely, I thought, now he'd slow down. Wouldn't you think the same thing? Clearly, though, I'd never met Yomi.
During this struggle, he was still in a sitting position. Well, it was at this point that he began to stand, and, Oh Jesus, he was fucking tall. (It didn't help that he was on a rock and was already in a higher position than me). So instead of letting go of his arm and wrist-what? I worked damn hard to get them!-I held on until he raised them, lifting me off my feet and out of the water.
"Give me one good reason that I shouldn't throw you!" he spat.
Now, I could have said something along the lines of, "because it won't affect me that much and I'll just be right back over here." Or I could have said, "Okay, I'll let go!" I could even have said, "I can't think of one, good Sir. Perhaps we could start over?" But I did come up with the next best thing-okay, it was the first thing that came into my head so don't you judge me:
"Because I'm a naked woman?" Pow! Right in the sex drive! I must have thrown him for a pretty good loop since I found myself back in the water and he sat back down.
"That's better."
"You can let go of my arms now."
"Promise you won't try to kill me?"
"No."
"Good enough." I let go of his arms, turning my attention to his face. "Do I want to know what happened to your…?"
"Eyes?"
"I was hoping it wasn't that."
An awkward silence settled between us. I didn't have to ask and he didn't have to tell. Whatever had happened to him, the results of it were clear. I moved away, clearly startling him.
"Where are you going?" He reached out. Missed.
"Relax. I'll be right back. I'm just going to get something."
I moved quickly then. Pulling myself out of the hot spring, I jogged to the tree on which my clothes were hanging. After ripping the sleeves from my kimono, I turned and went back into the water, letting one sleeve soak in the water and making sure to keep the other as dry as possible. I climbed onto the rock this blind stranger was sitting on and handed him the dry sleeve.
"Hold on to that, won't you?"
"Why? What is it?"
"You'll see. Can I touch your face?"
"What?"
I didn't answer. Squeezing out the excess water of the soaked sleeve, I pressed it to his cheek, rubbing against the blood in an attempt to clean his face. He didn't protest, nor did he try to stop me. He did flinch a few times and yelled at me for being too rough. I yelled back that I had to be a little rough, or I'd just be petting his face and wouldn't be getting a drop of blood off of it. If it hadn't been dry, it would have probably been easier to get it off. But what could I do? I couldn't go back in time and find it when it was still gushing down his face. So he'd just have to man up and deal. I'd have him wipe his face off with the dry cloth so I could figure out what had and had not been washed off. It took a few rotations of this: Wash. Dry. Check. Finally, I got the last of it.
"Well, your face is clean, but I can't say the same for your clothes. But I gotta say, now that your face isn't covered in blood, you're pretty cute."
"Are you always this subtle?" Sarcasm. I loved it.
"You'll get used to it." I started cleaning off his arm, which didn't take nearly as long. While there was more blood, I didn't have to worry so much about being careful or being too rough. There were no complaints this time around.
When I was finished, I sat back and finally took the time to get a good look at him. His long obsidian hair was drying. He had two horns extending from his forehead, one above each temple. It seemed like there were a couple more on the top of his head just starting to come out. They weren't very long. I assumed that he was young-for whatever kind of demon he was. Speaking of his demonic origins, I never asked. I don't know why. I suppose it just never seemed relevant to anything.
Silence had once again settled. I pulled myself forward so my legs were hanging off the rock. I don't know how long we sat like that. It was a fairly warm night and there wasn't much of a breeze. There was the occasional sound of an animal scampering by, but otherwise, it was relatively quiet. Peaceful. I was just starting to wonder what I was going to do with him when he broke the silence.
"Who are you?" He sounded much calmer than he had been before. I couldn't tell if it was because the water was helping him to relax, or if he'd accepted that I wasn't going to leave. Later, he explained that we'd both been so quiet. he wasn't quite sure I'd been there in the first place and he wanted to make sure he hadn't made me up.
"My name's Rein. Are you cold? It's warmer over here." I gently tugged on his wrist, and he moved forward slowly, his other hand inching along the rock. He allowed his legs to rest over the edge of the rock, in the deeper water. "What's your name?" He told me. I thought his name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"What do you look like?" he asked, after another few moments of silence. I'd let go of his wrist only for him to have grabbed and held mine. I didn't mind. If it made him feel a bit better or more secure, who was I to complain?
"What do you mean?" I looked at him. He was facing forward.
"What do you look like? What else could I mean?"
"I don't know. I've never really been asked that question." Fearing I'd made him feel bad, I quickly added, "My hair's blonde, my eyes are brown, and I'm shorter than you." He loosened his grip on my wrist and trailed his hand up my arm. I thought he was going to grope me or do something otherwise perverted, and I was pissed. But he didn't. Instead, once he got to my shoulder, he felt for my hair, following it down to where it ended-the center of my back. I shivered from the touch, becoming at least two levels of uncomfortable. I moved his hand. "What are you doing?"
"You didn't tell me it was long."
"Yeah, well, I didn't expect you to…" Was I blushing? Why? Fuck. Oh, well. He couldn't see it. "I didn't expect you to investigate." I pushed myself off the rock, landing in the familiar waist-deep water.
I didn't see him trying to follow me. He wasn't able to judge the length of the jump, and though it wasn't that deep, he must have panicked or something, because all of a sudden, he slammed against me and sent both of us underwater.
His hands moved from my back to my arms and gripped them hard as he stood, pulling us up. I coughed and sputtered, then shoved myself out of his grip and spun, opening my mouth to scream, furious. There were a few things that kept me from doing so, though. First, he was still coughing. Second, he reached for me, even though I'd just pushed him away. It reminded me of a child. Third, a voice scared me half to death.
"Hey, Rein! Get a boyfriend?"
"Raizen!" I spun back around. My white-haired friend laughed. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Raizen stepped into the water, making his way toward the two of us. I realized he wasn't alone. A woman with short green hair was hanging her clothes over the same tree mine hung on. She had an extremely feminine figure, and when she turned to follow Raizen, I realized exactly what Raizen saw in, or rather on her. Her breasts were huge. I refuse to say whether or not I was jealous.
Raizen caught me staring and he grinned proudly. "Kokou. She's a beauty, isn't she?" He wrapped an arm around my neck. I thought I might vomit.
"Ugh! Raizen! You fucking reek!" I pulled away.
He laughed again. "Why do you think we're here? Well, there are other reasons." He winked in Kokou's direction. The two shared a look and I knew that I definitely did not want to stick around.
I grabbed Yomi's wrist, trying to lead him away. Of course Raizen wasn't going to just let that happen. He stepped in front of me. "Wait. You never introduced me to your boyfriend."
Yomi, who had up until this moment been silent, and I both yelled that he was not my boyfriend.
"What's wrong with him, anyway?" Kokou finally spoke, wrapping her arms around Raizen's neck from behind, jumping to wrap her legs around him. I wondered how she managed to do that, considering the mess of Raizen's hair. A mischievous grin spread across Raizen's face and I smirked, knowing what was about to happen. Suddenly, Raizen stretched, and "accidentally" fell backwards, cracking up as he popped up from the water and Kokou was coughing, pissed. Despite his blatant douchebaggery, the two were making out not long after that, and I took that as a pretty good sign that Yomi and I could leave.
Guiding Yomi (not exactly gracefully) out of the hot spring, I pulled my now sleeveless kimono on and pulled on pants underneath it. Then I thought about how I was going to get home. If Yomi walked, it would take forever. He'd be tripping over everything. Ugh. I also didn't feel like stopping to explain why I was leading a blind man around. There was an easier way. The problem was convincing him that it was the best way. I sighed.
"Get on my back."
"What? No!" He let go of my wrist and crossed his arms across his chest. "No." He repeated.
"Look, I don't like it either, but if we're going to get to my place before tomorrow and avoid people asking you what happened or me why I'm helping you, it's the best way-not to mention the fastest. It's getting late, and I want to get home."
"I don't need your help."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" He didn't respond. "Well, whatever. It was nice knowing you." I started walking away, expecting him to give in-to ask me for help. He didn't. I'm not sure what pissed me off more-the fact that he might be more stubborn than me or the fact that I'd actually gotten used to the idea that I'd be helping out a complete stranger. So when he didn't respond, I turned, went back, and grabbed his arm, leading him further from the hot spring. I tried to ignore the sounds of sex.
Yomi smirked. "What are you doing?"
"Shut up. I'm helping you. Get over it." He laughed. I thought about punching him in the face. Then another idea hit me.
I didn't tell him about any of the bumps or objects in the road. I lost track of the number of times he fell. And anytime someone saw us, I made sure he was the one answering questions, jabbing him in the side when he didn't speak. A few questionings and God-knows-how-many falls later, he pulled on my arm, stopping us both. I couldn't contain my grin.
"What is it, Mr. Yomi?"
"You're a fucking bitch."
"Ooh, you got me!"
He let me carry him. I ran, avoiding both the road and people that might be on it. I still hadn't been able to place why his name sounded familiar. I could have sworn that I'd heard his name before, somewhere. His clothes looked awfully familiar, too. Then it hit me.
Son of a bitch.
I stopped and he got off me. "I'm assuming we're there?"
I ignored him. "So when exactly were you going to tell me you work for Youko Kurama?"
"What? You're just now making that connection?"
I ignored that too. I already knew I was an idiot. "So, is he going to show up? Because I don't have that much worth stealing!" I was yelling. I was pissed. I don't know what kept me from hitting him. "And to think I thought about helping you. Are you even blind or was that a lie?"
He seemed to withdraw a bit prior to responding to me. "Look, I used to work for Youko, yes. But…" He was calmer now. "I don't, anymore." Though his voice was calmer, I wondered if I detected some anger in his words. Anger at himself? Or someone else? And did I believe him? Part of me wanted to. The rest of me wanted to be sure. I will forever regret the moments that followed:
"So you aren't lying. You're really blind."
He nodded.
"Prove it."
"What?"
"You heard me. Open your eyes! Prove it!"
[...]
Spitting out the last of the vomit, I stood, and Yomi let my hair fall. Pulling him back on my back, the walk to my home was silent. Neither of us even looked at the other. No apologies were made, nor accepted. I don't know whether or not I appreciated the silence. I think I was conflicted. On the one hand, we clearly had nothing to say, but on the other hand… We clearly had nothing to say. Does that make sense?
My home was located in a forest, not too far from a village. Put more simply, it was close enough that the walk to the village wasn't really inconvenient, but it was far enough away that I couldn't hear the parties or raids (whichever the day may behold). There wasn't much to the place, though. Then again, this was a completely different time. The barrier between human and demon world wasn't up yet, and there wasn't yet much for trade with western nations. It was a much simpler time. My "house" was really more of a small hut-the only "door" I had was makeshift, and there weren't hinges. After I led Yomi inside, I moved the "door" in front of the opening.
If one thought the outside was plain, the inside was even plainer. A futon in one corner and my few possessions in the other. I was embarrassed until I remembered that he couldn't see it. But he knew.
"Not exactly rich, are you?"
"Did you honestly expect much more?"
"It's nice."
"...Don't ever say that again."
"It's nice."
"Fuck you."
I was exhausted. He looked tired as well. Kicking off my shoes and crawling over to the futon, I lifted the blanket and got underneath it. He just stood there. Groaning, I got up and told him to take his shoes off, then led him to the bed with me.
"We're sleeping together?" He looked a bit uncomfortable.
I pulled the blanket over us. "Are you kidding?"
"What?"
"You're uncomfortable? Do you realize how much time I spent in front of you-naked?"
"I didn't see anything." He smiled. "I swear."
And call me what you like, but I laughed. I laughed so fucking hard.
[To Be Continued]
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