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Climax of Climate	By : RoseBudNRiomi Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 4788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Climax of Climate
- 2-Chapter 2
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Title: Climax of Climate
Author: Rose and Riomi
Email: vampmistress76@hotmail.com or riomi_sess@msn.com
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurama/Keiko
Summary: ~Demons' intentions are rarely pure... And the same goes for humans.~ Youko taunted. 'Not Keiko,' Kurama disagreed wholeheartedly. He seriously doubted that Keiko had an impure bone in her entire body. Her soft... curvy... delectably, inticing... body.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned within this fic. Theyong ong to their creator who is, sadly, not me.
Author�s Note: You asked for it, you get it. Ri-chan and I are currently working on a sequel to CoC, so be on the lookout in the coming week!

Keiko clutched her schoolbooks tighter to her chest, her pace quickening as the sudden roll of thunder sounded overhead. 'Oh great, it's going to rain.' the brunette thought miserably even as a brief flash of lightening streaked across the dark, ev, evening sky. 'I hope I can get to Kurama's house before it starts.'
Her hopes of making it to the Minamino residence before the skies opened up, however, were dashed as all too soon raindrops began to fall, splashing her face and arms with their icy touch and soaking into her school uniform. Spotting the street she had to cross to get to her destination, she made a mad dash to the corner only to freeze on the spot due to a car speeding around the block, sending a wave of water to assualt her already drenched form. She shook her head, in the manner that a wet dog would. She was much too far away from her house to turn back now, and if she stayed out here any longer a cold would certainly be a result.
Without a second thought she made another attempt to cross the street and succeded. She climbed up the short stoop that lead to her most recent tutor's house and rang the doorbell, bouncing in an anxious motion. By the third ring a young man with long, red hair opened ther, hr, his bright green eyes widening in surprise even as the polite smile graced his lips. Noticing her wet clothes, he moved to the side, allowing her to come in.
Without having to be asked, Keiko made her way into the dry shelter, being mindful not to drip on anything. Before shutting the door Kurama gave one last glance at the raging storm beyond and then turned back to his gueHis His eyes took on a look of pity as they idly moved over her soaked form, unintentionally seeking out two erect nubs visible through his her drenched blouse. His mouth fell agape for a short moment before he composed himself and gathered his thoughts with a small cough.
"Let me get you a towel." He said softly.
Moving past Keiko, the red head walked down the hallway to enter the bathroom, exiting a short time later with a pink, fluffy towel, which he handed to the grateful Keiko.
"Thanks, Kurama." Kemurmmurmured in slight embarrassment, taking the towel and beginning to blot at her clothes futily.
She sighed deeply, there was no way this was going to work. Her clothes were all clingy, her hair was dripping wet, and she was shivering cold. Could it possibly get any worse? As if putting her thoughts to the test, the booming sound of thunder assualted her ears, causing her to squeal and ont onto Kurama's arm unknowingly.
A second thundering crash sounded and she ended up pulling the startled red head even closer as the lights began to flicker before slowly dying out, dousing the entire house into darkness. Keiko's frantic panting breaths were the only sound audible besides the pouring rain and the erupting bellows of thunder outside. Kurama, having been taken off guard when Keiko suddenly lat ont onto him, could only stare down at the clinging girl before regaining his composure and atting ing to console her.
"It's alright, Keiko. The lights have only gone out. I'm sure they will be back on in no time." The kitsune spoke softly, patting Keiko's hand, which continued to crumple the front of his fuchsia school uniform in its panicked grip.
"I-I know, it's just that... I don't like thunderstorms. Never have, they make me all jumpy." Keiko replied softly, her voice a small whisper against his chest.
"It's okay, nothing will hurt you," he replied cominglingly.
Keiko slowly drew away from him, blushing amidst the darkness, but quickly gasped, feeling sure that she had most definitely gotten him wet from their close contact.
"Oh no! I've gotten you all wet." shanedaned.
Kurama smiled in the darkness, "That's quite alright, Keiko, no harm done. Here, let me go change and I'll bring you something back so that you can be dry as well, okay?"
Keiko nodded, wrapping her arms around herself aga again as her wet clothes seemed to draw in any cold draft that might be present in the room. A thought seemed to linger in her mind like a specter. Kurama had been awfully warm; it's a shame that she'd had to draw back from that warmth. Keiko's eyes widened at that and her cheeks took on a healthy rose-colored tint as she attempted to shove that thought away. She had no business being in Kurama's arms whatsoever.
Quickly trying to find some other subject to occupy her mind, which seemed to be delving into forbidden territory at the moment, Keiko took a look around. The Minamino household never failed to amaze her. It was very quaint and it had a nice family feel to it. But something seemed to be missing at the moment... Then it hit her.
"Um... Kurama? Where's your mother?" Keiko called in the direction Kurama had taken toward the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Hm? Oh, my mother... She's um, went to visit some friends for a few days. Left yesterday, in fact. She's not due back until Monday, I'm afraid." Kurama replied as he descended the stairs donning a new suit of dry clothes--consisting of a pair of gray jogging pants and a matching pull over shirt--and holding a flashlight in one hand and what seemed to be a man's shirt in the other.
Clearing his throat slightly, Kurama approached Keiko, who still stood in the middle of the foyer and extended the article of clothing toward her. Keiko took the shirt, making sure to hold it away from her wet clothes so that she didn't risk it getting wet as well. They stood there facing one another for a moment, both a bit unsure about their current situation. The rolling thunder followed immediately by blinding flashes of light seemed to testify that the storm was a long way from over. Unable to bear the awkward silence anymore, Keiko looked up at Kurama nervously.
"Uh... Kurama? Where should I change?"
~Lead her to your room, Shuichi, and offer to help.~

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