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Yu Yu Hakusho: Rise	By : Demonic_Host Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yu Yu Hakusho: Rise
Chapter 4
Nature surrounded you no matter which way you had turned. There was a fine mist from the warmth of the hot springs you had stumbled upon. Your hands shook as you looked down at them. In your mind’s eye you could see blood where there was nothing. Your hands fell into the water as you let out a shaky breath. You let your legs come out from under you. The warm water supported your body as you stared up into the orange sky.
Another body had been left asunder at your door. At first it had been chalked up to an evil spirit but you had known better. Kurama’s energy had been all over the corpse. Almost as though he had marked it just so you would know it was his handiwork. You had told the villagers that you were going out to find the Evil Spirit. And you had meant to at the time. You had meant to confront Kurama about what he had done. But no matter how hard you looked he stayed out of sight; just out of reach.
You’d gone back home to tell the villagers that you couldn’t find it. The men who had tried to console you, the ones that promised to go out with you on the next hunt, were the next ones to end up on your door dead. At that time you hadn’t even tried to explain that you were going out to try to protect the village. You left. With what Kurama had done you needed to put distance between you and your latest home.
Which was why you were at the hot spring. As shaky as you were, the warmth of the water felt good to your shaky body. There was a part of you that didn’t feel the warmth of the water. Some part of you was afraid. What had happened to the beautiful fox that you’d nurtured? What had you done wrong?
Your soul must have been corrupt. It must have corrupted your little fox when he was reborn. And by the time he’d claimed the title of Youko Kurama, he’d grown into someone far darker than you had realized. Or had something in his independent travels hurt him? Was that why he hurt anyone that got close to you?
The thoughts muddled in your mind as you pulled yourself out of the hot springs. You picked your pack back up as you wrapped yourself in a few thick layers. The air was chilly once you’d moved away from the warm mist. The sound of wildlife rustling around you, some sounding like screams in the distance, kept you on edge as you made a fire. You could destroy and consume Spirits but you were still human. You were vulnerable to nature and your fellow man. And if an Evil Spirit caught you unawares, your life could have been forfeit too.
As you stoked the fire you wondered what would happen to Kurama if you died. As much as your soul was a part of him, his soul was a part of you. What would happen if you were killed? What would happen if you stopped consuming the souls and vitality of Spirits so that you could age and die? Would he feel it? Would you go to him? Was he angry because you and he were bound? Was that why he was attacking people you got close to? Would dying protect more humans from whatever violent tendencies Kurama had picked up?
There were so many questions that you had no answers for. All you had were the supplies you brought with you and the fire in front of you. Despite the fear and anxiety chilling you to the core, you made the best of the situation. You dried your hair out before braiding it once more. You crawled on top of your thinnest cover and covered up with your thickest.
The moment your eyes closed, they shot open again. Your hands went out to shove the person that had crawled on top of you away. The hands that shoved yours were large; not in width but the fingers were long and strong. Just like the legs that straddled yours. He had trapped your legs tightly between his own with the covers so that you couldn’t kick him. The man must have been tall because he had to sit back on your legs, making it harder for you to move, so that his chest was touching yours. He pushed himself back farther so that you could see his eyes. Something thumped against your feet but you couldn’t see what. What you could see were his beautiful eyes.
Gold; warm with familiarity. You knew those eyes. The look in them made you stop struggling. The way that the silver hair, which spilled all around him, reflected the light was oddly familiar too. His skin was light but not pale. Warm. Inviting. He had large animalistic ears atop his head. Your eyes went to search for ears by the side of his face; there were none. Then you looked back towards his eyes. While you wouldn’t say that you were relaxed, you would say that you weren’t afraid anymore.
The Spirit man atop of you slowly let go of your hands. He didn’t move away though. He bent forward down further, shirt gaping open, and rubbed his nose against yours. Then he rubbed his cheek around the side of your head. The familiar feeling grew.
You let out a long breath, exhaling the name: “Kurama.”
“Yes.”
His voice was soothing. Deep without being gravely. Dark. Seductive. Your sound of surprise pleased him if the way his lips moved into a smile was anything to go by.
“You learned to take human form,” you pointed out the obvious in your surprise.
Youko Kurama nuzzled into your neck as he nodded in confirmation. Now that he wasn’t in danger of being attacked, he moved his body to lay down beside yours though he was outside of the cover
“Why?” You asked.
Youko Kurama ran a clawed hand through your hair. Or at least he tried to. The fact that you had braided it earlier stopped him. The Fox Spirit frowned and pulled your braid out from under your head.
“There are some feats made easier by this form,” Kurama said while propping himself up with one hand as he worked on unbraiding your hair with the other.
“Hands can be very helpful,” you agreed as you continued to look at his face.
"They are pleasant," Youko Kurama agreed as he continued to stare at you. "As is the ability to speak with words you finally understand."
"The only time I have had trouble understanding you, is when you deny the interaction," you chided him.
You'd bring up his cruelty later. Right now you were just amazed at the feat that he accomplished. First a fox, then a fox Spirit, and now he had a body similar to a human. Or a living god as far as you could tell. He continued to idly play with your hair as you continued to let this new form of his sink in.
He was beautiful by the light of the fire. The languid way he laid beside you was almost like the paintings of gods you’d seen in other lands. His skin looked so smooth and unblemished. Though he looked mature, the only hair you could see was on his head; silver hairs and light eyebrows. He had dark eyelashes to frame those perfect golden irises. All set in a face that the Gods would have been envious of. Masculine but not burly. Perhaps a little feminine but it complimented his otherworldly look. The clothes he wore on his lithe frame didn’t cling but at the same time they weren’t bulky. You reached your hand out in front of you as he finally finished with your hair. His clothes felt smooth and soft. Like the fur that had been on his ears in his fox form.
"I deny you no longer," he assured in a whisper.
Something tossed itself over your hip and curled over your butt. You looked down in surprise. A tail, silver like his hair and animal ears. In surprise your hand fell from his clothes and brushed his chest. You tore your eyes away from his tail.
“I apologize,” you said as you tried to scoot yourself back to make room for him.
Youko Kurama frowned. As you pulled your hands back towards yourself, he grabbed them. You paused as you felt him pull you back. The cover you had laid down bunched up underneath you. You couldn’t exactly soothe it back out as Kurama still had your hands. And smoothing out your bedding fell by the wayside when he pushed his shirt open with one hand and put your hands on him with the other.
You weren’t a blushing maiden but the intensity of his gaze made you feel like you were. He was silently demanding you touch him. Commanding to. You blinked as you readjusted to a more comfortable position on your side.
“Did you still want me to rub your belly?” You decided to ask as you pushed back the sense of how different the situation felt.
“Yes,” Kurama said shortly.
Raising an eyebrow at him, you did your best to do just that. His tail thumped against your ass as you let up and down his chest. Everything you touched was smooth and tight. You could feel as his muscles twitched and responded to your touch just beneath the surface. The more you felt, the more his top gaped open. Kurama didn’t seem to mind the cold air touching his skin but your own arms were getting a little cold.
Slowly you pulled your hands back so that you could reach just your cover to extend over him. Kurama adjusted himself so that he was close enough to make it easy to be underneath the thick cover with you. You smiled and returned to gently running your hands over his skin. This time you felt his arms without seeing them. The muscles there felt the strongest. They were definitely the most defined. There was strength in them. Just as there was in his hands. He curled his fingers around yours. Then suddenly you were looking at the dirt and trees. His long legs were back over your hips. Only this time your cover was cast to the side and you were on your belly.
“What do you think—“
“My turn,” he said as he leaned down and licked your neck. He reached underneath you and pulled open the multiple robes you were wearing. You refused to let him cast aside like the cover. Instead they were curled up beside you as the cold night air made you shiver. The fire did its best but all your body heat had been in your clothes. Youko Kurama lowered his clothed chest to your naked back. As his new hands explored your arms, you rose up onto them.
You could feel his claws brushing your shoulders and your sides. You shivered from the cold and in a curious anticipation. You felt him gripping your stomach, forcing you to curl your hips against him. He pushed himself up against your bottom as he nipped at the side of your neck. His hands rose to feel the weight of your breasts. Even though you were cold, the attention felt pleasant. You shifted your legs open underneath him as you let out a pleased hum.
You felt him push against you. And though you rocked with the pleasant feeling of him pushing at your ass, Kurama didn’t seem pleased. The sound he released was out of frustration. The way he started to grip your breasts and your stomach started to get painful in his frustration. But when you went to look back, his fangs and subsequent snarl stopped you. You stopped; you had no desire to have your throat torn into.
“Kurama,” you called out in a heady voice. “My body is human. Let me help.”
Slowly he released your neck. You knew exactly what he wanted; and while you weren't adverse to the position that felt natural to him it was harder to guide him that way. You gently shifted onto your back. You spread your legs as wide as you could and reached down. Youko Kurama watched you with a mixture of expressions - frustration, curiosity, longing, but mostly lust. You grasped him and gently guided his lower head. Once he was lined up you moved your hand back towards his backside. When he pushed in all at once, your fingernails actually drew blood.
He learned better than to do that again by the time his lust was quenched that night.
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“She’s human.”
There was a soft, deep chuckle in response to that remark. Yomi stood on a wooden deck next to his son. Shura was beside him, staring up at his father with accusations clear on his eyes.
“A very astute observation, Shura,” Yomi said as his chuckle faded.
“Are you going to eat her? Seems like you went to a lot of trouble for that.”
“The trouble will be worth it when she’s at full health again.”
Shura snorted in durision. “But she’s human.”
“Yes. Don’t let your prejudice blind you, my son. She may seem frail now but—-“ Yomi slowed down at the end as a heavy scent in the air distracted him. “She is the strongest woman I have ever met. In a different way than Makuro, of course, but strong nonetheless.”
“You met her? When?” Shura demanded.
Yomi smiled as he shifted where he stood, hands going to his pockets. “A thousand years ago.”
There was a sense of disbelief in the air. Yomi placed his hand on Shura’s head. His son knocked his hand off and grumbled. The younger demon looked up at his father, ready to say something, but when he saw that the older man was distracted the words died. Yomi quietly started to walk down the wooden hallway towards the room they were staying in.
Shura kept up with him, “What are you doing?”
“A change of clothes is in order.”
“Why?”
“It has been a thousand years since we last saw one another. My appearance has no doubt changed since then. I felt something a little more familiar would put her at ease.”
He had recreated the outfit he used to wear to the best of his ability. It had taken a couple of weeks but Yomi was satisfied with the results. The fabric was the same. The style as well. And Shura had helped him know that the color was the same. The only difference was the size and the person who filled it out.
“Seems like a lot of trouble for a woman.”
As he changed into the clothing that used to be something of a uniform, Yomi answered him, “Believe me Shura, it's not. Judging from her breathing, she’s finally waking. Stay here.”
“But I want to see what’s so great about her.”
“You will. But not right now. I’m sure you can find a way to amuse yourself,” Yomi paused. As though he knew what Shura was thinking, he added, “Without making a nuisance of yourselves. Remember we are guests here.”
“Yeah, yeah…. She better be worth it Father.”
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