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.A/N: The wait is over!

.Chapter 16: Eyes Like Yours

You accept Kurama�s offered hand as he walks you towards the club. It�s actually a floating club, he explained to you on the way, and tonight it just so happens to be outdoors on an old abandoned farm. The little red barn is peeling, and the inside is wired with tiki lights glowing faintly through grimy windows. The air smells sweet, like innocence and pineapple. Rapture.

A stage has been erected on the far side of the makeshift dance-floor, where a DJ bounces to the energetic beats of the music he plays, at the same time shifting through a booklet of CDs. Your heart races with excitement. During the drive over you�d been a little nervous about coming here, but now that there�s a beat and the racing night pulse of life and youth and that electric zing of energy you know you�ll be just fine. Better than fine. You feel amazing, like all that electricity is running through your veins, pumping your heart faster, sizzling through your nerve endings until even the slight breeze is like a sensual caress.

Yes, you can do this. Dancing is a universal language, even between demons and humans it seems. Your yellow eyes fill with delight, and you wind up dragging Kurama along behind you in your rush to dissolve into that mass of writhing twisting bodies.

Kurama chuckles softly, and your ears instinctively try to twitch back to hear the sound better. However you force yourself not to move them, because tonight they are posing as decoration, and decorations don�t twitch to and fro. As long as no one tries to stroke them, you should be alright.

Three men are lounging around on metal folding chairs at the entrance to the roped off section. They glance up at your arrival, and after a quick once-over, decide that due to your "condition" your probably of age and don�t bother carding you. Kurama starts to pay for the both of you, but one of the men holds up his hand to halt him.

"Your girl gets in free. Just see she doesn�t drink or overstress herself."

You beam at his seeming kindness, not realizing that he�s more concerned that if something happens to you at his club it would be bad for business, and the insurance alone would eat up all his funds. You would have found that out had you stayed but a moment longer to catch his scent, but tonight�s not about other people and their meaningless thoughts. Tonight�s about you, and you can�t help thinking it to yourself as you check your coat and shoes at a little table outside the dance floor.

But you should have been paying a little more attention.

The dance floor is too alluring, and you can�t resist its pull anymore. The only thing keeping you anchored if Kurama�s hand around yours and so you pull him with you, pushing yourself between the tightly packed bodies, searching out the perfect spot to stop and dance.

The song switches as you find your place, shaking yourself a little to loosen up. Kurama�s eyes scan the crowd, seemingly relaxed, but you know better. You want to say something, tell him there�s no danger, but you know he wouldn�t listen, so you shrug and let it go. You squeeze his hand to get his attention as a new song picks up.
.Oh, you know I have seen

.A sky without sun

.A man with no nation

.Saints, captive in chains

.A song with no name

.For lack of imagination

Your hips sway back and forth and you wink at Kurama, gently�but firmly�tugging your hand from his grasp. You want your arms to go along with this dance, you want everything free so that you can let the wash of the song pour into through your ears and seep into your muscles. It moves through you, and your don�t fight it. It would be like fighting the urge to breathe. Impossible.

Kurama watches a moment, like maybe he�s thinking this whole outing was a mistake. Not wanting to hear, or caring at all what he thinks at this point you turn your back on him. There�s no way your leaving, so he might as well squelch any such thoughts before they even begin.

A luscious black haired boy turns as you do and your eyes meet. His are blue enough to be European, and a pleased little sigh passes your lips, too soft for his human ears to catch, but not Kurama�s it seems. Just as the boy makes as if he�ll take you in his arms for a dance, Kurama steps up wrapping a possessive arm around your waist and carrying you off into the next dance.

He�s a good dancer, not that you doubted it with the grace in his everyday casual movements. But he�s distracted, eyes flickering everywhere but your face. It�s really starting to irk you.
.ya la he ya he ya la he

.And I have seen

.Darker than ebony

.ya he ya he ya la he

.And now it seems, that I

.Without your eyes could never be

Since Kurama doesn�t seem to be paying much attention to you, you let your own mind drift. You wonder where Hiei is, and whether he�s okay and when he�ll be back. Does he miss you? Does he realize you�re gone? You�re so distracted that your step falters, and it is only Kurama�s arms around your waist that keeps you upright. He raises an eyebrow.

"I�m fine," you answer him aloud, though his question wasn�t.

His green eyes narrow, little orbs of liquid emerald suspicion. They really are amazing eyes, you realize. Maybe amazing enough to see right through you and that word "fine". But you shake yourself again, and tug him with you into another dance, averting your eyes in the hopes that he�ll lose you both to the dance and stop trying to figure you out.

Tonight you wish his eyes weren�t so amazing.
.My one desire, all I aspire

.Is in your eyes forever to live

.Traveled all over; the seven oceans

.There is nothing that I wouldn't give

.Came from Bahrain, got to Beirut

.Looking for someone comparing to you

.Tearing down windows and doors

.And I could not find eyes like yours

"__________(your name), tonight is serious. It�s a new moon," Kurama hisses impatiently in your ear. "I only agreed to bring you because this is the closest the clubs ever been to the temple, and who knows when you�ll get to go out again. But I�m the oe watching over you, and I take that very seriously."

He�s speaking no louder than normal speech so the music drowns him out to human ears, but not to yours. You bristle with sudden anger.

"So I�m a job tonight?"

His hand against your back flexes in irritation. "You�re never a job," he hisses in a rare display of emotion before reigning in his temper.

The night of the new moon, or no moon, contrary to the myths, was the true night of revelry for demon-kind. Most of them revered the moon as a sort of guardian, holding themselves in check during her trip through the sun�s light. But on her shadow night, the demons come out to play. That�s why your senses are on high alert. That�s why your desperate need for revelry.

The music rolls on�
.Rabboussamai fikarrajaii

.Fi ainaiha aralhayati

.Ati ilaika min hatha lkaaouni

.Arjouka labbi labbi nidai

.Came from Bahrain, got to Beirut

.Looking for someone comparing to you

.Tearing down windows and doors

.And I could not find eyes like yours

You shake yourself again, this time hard, to clear away your anxiety. You�ve survived more than enough new moons without any trouble whatsoever; what�s so different about this one that�s got Kurama anxious? Nothing you tell yourself. It�s nothing.

You have just enough time to finish the thought before all hell breaks loose.

Something sails over your heads, and all at once every patron looks up. It was the DJ. Kurama is the first to tear himself away from the mangled heap that used to be the DJ, to the platform where he�d been launched from. Two demons, both with mouths too wide for their faces, grinned down at him. Their eyes glowed softly a sickly grayish color. You follow Kurama�s gaze in time to see one of them lick along his sharp teeth with a forked tongue.

"Let us have the bitch, kitsune" he snarls. "We�ve got no quarrel with you."

"Huh?" You start to ask, but Kurama answers before you can finish.

"Your scent, ______(y/n). Unmated."

You remember now what you�d once been told about your scent. Your skin breaks out into a cold sweat.

"The bitch, kitsune, NOW!" shouts the demon.

There�s a moment of collective pause, then the crown breaks apart, scattering and screaming. Pandemonium.

Kurama grabs you by your arm rough enough that you�re afraid it might bruise. "Remember what Genkai taught you? Put up the illusion." His eyes lock onto yours and you shiver from their sudden intensity. This isn�t the Kurama you know at all. He seems to sense the source of your distress and the corners of his lips twitch up in his usual version of a smile. "I�ll be better once I know you�re safe."

The song skips.

Eyes like *skip* Eyes like *skip* Eyes like yours�

"Okay," you mutter.

Then drawing on all of the training Genkai gave you, you will the stone walls to close around you. The last thing you see is Kurama, smirking just faintly at the demons, there�s more of them now, as the close in on him. His eyes are shimmer with excitement. His scent reaches your nose.

Zing�well this will be interesting�

The illusion slams shut around you, and you have only the darkness, and outside noises to keep you company.

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.A/N: The song lyrics are from Shakira�s �Eyes Like Yours� or in Spanish �Ojos Asi� Don�t forget to join the mailing list if you haven�t. Sorry for the long wait, but thank you for being patient!

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