The Last Dance - Part 2
A Yu* Yu* Hakusho fanfic
by Kaoru
Hey, glad you stuck around for the second part! This part contains (somewhat?) graphic descriptions of sex, some violence and maybe even a touch of yaoi. Don't say I didn't warn you!
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Standard disclaimer: The characters in appearing in this fic are property of Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Studio Pierrot and Fuji TV. Please don't sue me, I'm flat broke anyway. Mika is my own character, so anyone wanting to use her in their fics (sheesh, like anyone would) should ask me first.
"Mother!"
"I'm all right, Shuuichi. I'm just glad that you're not hurt," Shiori smiled in spite of the shards of china that were embedded in her bloodied arms. Kurama watched helplessly as his human mother painfully picked herself off the scarlet streaked kitchen floor and hobbled to the first aid kit. His powers were not yet strong enough to heal her. There would be scars.
The same scars he traced on her arm as she lay on the cold hospital bed, fighting for her life against a strange disease that even he could not cure. Her heart rate was dropping, and Kurama could feel it, even though it was too slight for the doctors to see. There wasn't much time.
I'll save you, Mother. I don't know how, but I will find a way. Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil, even if I have to barter my life in order to save yours.
I will die for you... because you are my mother.
* * *
He landed on top of her, pinning her to the grass as they both lay panting, shimmering with sweat. A cool wind whispered across them, carrying away some of the heat of the chase.
"I've caught you again, Mika," Kurama purred, hot breath brushing across his captive's pale cheek.
Her violet eyes never left his face. "So it would seem, Youko Kurama."
"Then I take it that I should demand some sort of compensation from you? After all, you ran me ragged, but I still managed to catch you."
"As you wish." The violet eyes did not lose their steely edge. But for the first time, the corner of her delicate mouth curved upwards in a wry smile that seemed almost... triumphant?
Kurama was past caring. It had been a most exciting hunt, and he thoroughly enjoyed it, but he was now impatient to claim his prize. His mouth descended on hers, collecting payment for the unspoken deal. She squirmed under him as he bruised her lips with his own, forcing them part to reach further into her, wanting to taste her. Her moan was stifled as his tongue probed deep, sending little shivers through her taut body.
He broke away just as she thought she would asphyxiate, and leaned forwards to nuzzle a spot just behind one golden ear. She shuddered involuntarily from the sensation of his lips against that hot spot, and leaned into him, closing her eyes in a soft sigh. She kept them closed as the youko began to slip off her silk coverings piece by piece, flinging them somewhere far away.
Soon he reached the last pieces, but instead of removing them, he paused and started to drop little kisses across the line of her jaw and down her neck. His fingers laced into her hair and pulled her head to one side, allowing him access to her throat. She gasped as he bit into her, leaving painful red marks on her skin.
A mumbled protest escaped her lips as she felt something cool encircle her wrists and ankles. Damned plants. He was using them to hold her steady. All at once she was immobilized as the fragrance of roses assaulted her senses. Her eyes snapped open as a wandering hand slipped beneath the cloth binding her chest and toyed absentmindedly with one honey coloured nipple. She strained forwards for more and was met with hot, bare skin. Somehow Kurama had disrobed while she was not looking.
He moved downwards, tasting her salty skin, sliding his hands around her sides and tugging off the thin material there. She leaned back into the grass, eyelids fluttering in mute bliss as he suckled at her, his velvety tongue tracing slick, wet patterns expertly on her fevered skin. At his prompt, the green shackles securing her ankles loosened, allowing him to lift her long legs to wrap them around his waist. A rumbling moan rose in his throat as his sensitive length brushed briefly against her inner thigh, amplifying the humming ache that had gathered there.
A tiny jolt of static coursed through the vines holding her wrists down and she was free, one arm snaking down and playing over the juncture of his spine and tail, while the other roamed the flat expanse of the now damp and heaving chest on top of her. She trailed her fingertips downwards and found the source of Kurama's desire, wrapping her slim digits around the growing hardness, letting tiny electric shocks pass from her hands into the waiting body of her captor.
Kurama's mind went wild as the tingles danced through him, and in a spontaneous burst of youki, ripped apart the final bands of silk that separated them, crossing the divide to full contact. Her hands moved to his sides and wrapped themselves around him in a liquid embrace, rolling against him to slip his hungry shaft between her cleft.
With a strangled moan, he thrust deep into her. Her breath hitched as she was suddenly filled with Kurama, his pulsating thickness tearing painfully, relentlessly into her. Holding back tears, she began to rock her hips up and around in a tight circle, willing the youko to move with her, in her. Kurama's quicksilver tail swished about in a frenzy as he too began to stir in a rhythmic undulation, slipping in and out of her in rapid, frictionless movements.
Tension mounted in both as they careened inevitably towards the edge. Pleasure gathered between his legs and he groaned out Mika's name as he ground deep, spilling his scalding seed into her. She too, came in quaking moans, fighting for breath as she strained to gasp into one furry silver ear.
"Ku... Kurama... aa.. aahhh... Fa... Father..."
She let go of the youko and fell back, jagged pants giving way to giggles, then shrill, bitter laughter even as hot tears slid down her flushed cheeks to stain the ground beneath. Stunned, Kurama pulled out and stared at the hysterical youko girl on the grass. There was blood.
"Mi...Mika?"
"Mamma died long ago! You're not fit to say her name!" The girl stopped her fit abruptly to cast angry violet eyes at confused golden ones. The air around them began to sting with the sharp crackle of electricity as she kicked the dazed youko off of her and onto the ground.
"You were her first, and her only, you know that? And no one else wanted her after that! After me... Not even Grandpa! Not even... " she stumbled over the words as she got up, struggling to keep her voice from catching in her throat.
"You ruined her life, *Father*," she spat out the honorific as if it were bile. "I won't forgive you, and I'll be damned if I let you forgive yourself!" With an anguished scream, she flung herself at the silver youko, hands clasped high above her head around a blue-purple blade meant for him. Only one thing registered in Kurama's numb mind as he instinctively lashed out with his youki.
The world collapsed around them in a sickening snap of splintering bone and tearing flesh.
* * *
"Mamma! Mamma!!"
"He doesn't love me anymore. He never did. No one does. Even Papa has disowned me..."
"Mamma... you're scaring me... stop it!"
"There's nothing for me now... I've been such a fool."
"Mamma! What are you doing! Put down the knife... stop... STOP!!!"
"I don't want to suffer anymore..."
"Mamma... mamma, wake up... wake up please... don't leave me...
"MAMMAAAAAA........!"
* * *
It was quiet. Too quiet as Kurama opened his eyes. In the failing light he could make out a huge knot of roses growing out of the ground in front of him. They were... protecting him? From what? He followed the length of the rigid plant upwards, past the streaky crimson stains towards their source. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl at the top of the plant. The thorny branches had plunged into her ribs, and were protruding from her slumped back, bathed in blood.
She stirred slightly, her fingers trembling with the last vestiges of her ki, a smile forming on her paling lips as she turned upwards to the sky.
"For you, Mamma... I've made him suffer for you... Mamma..." she whispered as the life drained out of her eyes and her head listed to one side. Tiny drops of rain fell from above to splash on her tear-stained cheeks, snuffing out the pale blue sparks that issued feebly from her slack fingertips. She was gone.
The branches suspending her from the ground withered away, dropping her limp form into Kurama's arms as he dropped loosely onto the wet grass. She was still staring at him as he pressed her eyelids shut over the dull violet orbs. Trembling fingers smoothed over the tangled orange hair, picking out leaves, twigs and dirt from the wet, matted mess. Funny thing really. He never noticed the silver strands in her hair.
She was gone. And he never even knew her name.
* * *
"Hiei...!" Kurama cried as he tossed back his scarlet locks. The Koorime groaned beneath him, hot passion bubbling out between the youko's grasp and staining the sheets as it trickled down over his hip. Kurama was buried deep inside him, thrashing wildly as he exploded into his demon lover in tandem with the raging thunderstorm outside.
He collapsed on top of him, covering the bronzed skin with a silky, crimson cascade. They lay there for a while, not moving or speaking. After what seemed like hours, the Kurama pulled the fire demon into a quivering embrace.
"Hiei..." It was no more than a whisper.
"Hiei... from now on... I promise you... you will be my only. There will be no others... please believe me... I.. I..."
Hiei looked down upon the redhead holding him like he would never let go. The fox was.. crying? Hn. Stupid humans. Always so emotional.
Nevertheless, the fire demon pulled him even closer, affirming the murmured pledge. He sighed and stared at the raindrops pelting the window of Kurama's room, slowly slipping into the soothing depths of sleep.
Outside, the storm raged on, lightning playing across the sky in brilliant flashes as tears dropped endlessly from the heavens into the dark night.
End.
Yeesh.. what have I done... erm... my first lemon? Gee... now I've really crossed the line... I didn't mean to bash the lil' redheaded cutie, honest! Now I've got to go say sorry to him...
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