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A/N: A short one shot dedicated to Ryukotsusei. You're the best.
Title: The Single Black Petal
Author: Adorkablebanana
Genre: One shot, crossover (IY/YYH), psychological, romance, slightly dark.
Rating: R
Summary: As beautiful as a rose blooms the passage of time slowly opens the heart for two people. KuramaxKagome.
Chapter 1- The Single Black Petal
"Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can have. It's much sexier than any body part."
-Aimee Mullins
For necessity one captures another's attention and the other inquires the sudden interest. Then followed sequence of events crosses paths, events leading to temporary companionship. That's the motto he followed, the code he led for the past few hundred years and nothing has changed. He shuffled through them like playing cards and as in the game a card placed in the dispensed pile he discarded them shortly after he finished playing. When the game was over he quietly left them and moved on his way picking another of interest. Nothing changed.
Before and after, nothing changed.
Neither in his new life nothing changed. Reborn inside another environment he still rummaged playmates and when bored, tired of them, he ridded himself of them, except in this new style of much softer and kinder compassion he tried not to spill more tears than necessary.
.,'.,' We never asked for this…we never begged for this….,'.,'
About half a year ago he crossed by a grave, his human father's grave, paying a visit on the anniversary when he deceased. Him and his mother, Shiori, went together to pay a visit in his honor and memory. It had been a beautiful day, perfect for paying tribute to him. Mother wept a lot that day so Shuuichi and Shiori snuck a visit to the neighboring shrine where legends reminisced for years.
He remembered perfectly the climb up the stone steps; the hard, foot aching, trip up the stairs remained crystal clear inside his memory. Mother wanted as he recalled to talk to the supporting Priest owning the shrine, she said "Honey, I want to have a word with the Priest." Her eyes sparkling beneath rousing tears.
"Go right along," he said genuinely, understanding her purpose for he, himself, harbored a little remorse.
Just a little.
As she spoke to the Priest who kindly humored them for the most part then gladly offered to give some advice. He wandered off lurking around the well nourished shrine till he happen by coincidence stop and find a particularly amusing sight.
A smile curled his lips as he watched agelessly a young woman sweep the fluttering leaves whirling around in the breeze giving her extra trouble, provided she kept tripping over the spilling bag supplied her more difficulty. Unfortunately the bag poured it's contents everywhere. She screeched in exasperation as her mounting chore became more difficult in the changing breeze.
.,''., The majesty you present when bathed in the light makes my heart beat .,'.,'
Turning around allowing her complete profile to be seen the chucking ceased when he drank up every inch of her. Cute, very cute indeed. He easily dismissed those naughty rude thoughts as he moved up and introduced himself to her.
She noticed his presence, her features in a scowl she quickly smoothed them out sticking her hand out welcomingly, introducing herself to him. "The name's Higurashi, Kagome."
Smiling, he held her slightly rough hand, instead of shaking it he brought it to his lips pressing a polite kiss gently on her hand and whispering, "Minamino Shuuichi."
Her face reddened lightly at the old aged gesture. She stared up into his deep bright blue eyes wondering how such deep eyes can be so firing hot, the creeping feeling he took her in as an appetizing dessert didn't escape her notice. Neither did his. She wondered of the reason then quickly dispatched it, embarrassment rearing in.
Afterwards they awkwardly walked through the unsteady phase of light conversation exchanging details about themselves.
"You live here?"
"Yes. My family owns this shrine."
"How interesting."
"Are you paying tribute to the shrine?"
"In a way." He switched the train of conversation. "Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?"
Then came smooth sailing for an intervention. His hand rested a respectful distance along the small of her back, he brought her close and asked, "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"
And she answered after a pausing period rethinking whether she should accept the invitation. "I would like that," she smiled and he smiled right back at her.
It began budding as a friendship.
A friendship; a beautiful humor filled relationship they shared together. He helped her as best as he could managing to assist her in her many school studies she often missed. And Kagome merely kept him company during his free time at home or whenever available. Expectant of her is something Kurama never depended on, her innocent companionship she offered willingly is the only silent demand he wanted.
For now.
.,'.,' I finally understand the meaning of fun when I'm with you .,'.,'
Yuusuke met her during a hangout over at Kurabara's house. He found her watching a movie next to his friend and for the first time Yuusuke's amazed to see the normally girl-stalked young man relax beside her.
Yuusuke found this strange, an inquiring brow raised questioning the situation was all abnormal. Yuusuke interrogated Kurama afterwards when everyone was gone, asking him who and what she is for when she accidentally brushed against him on her way out a sensational ripple coursed his responsive form provoking his inner beast. The demonic beast he hid within him. This is above normal. And she wasn't the woman she appeared to be.
.,'.,' He's has forgotten the draw, the magnetic pull a woman does to a man.,'.,'
Bothered by his brash approach Kurama ignored him. Yuusuke was never reasonable to begin with.
"Something about her Kurama…she's not safe for you to be with. She's--
"She is merely a casual friend, Yuusuke. And I would appreciate you would not interfere into my personal life. I acknowledge your worry but it's all being controlled under" snappily he enclosed the one way conversation leaving a glaring glum Yuusuke eating his words.
"You like danger don't you?"
"You don't know the half of it," he smirked wickedly his eyes flashing momentarily the illusive gold.
On and off they met each other through thick and slim times, even if in other company or in the arms of another they couldn't seem to shake off the excitement whenever facing each other.
On a double date once Kurama couldn't help but focus on Kagome wrapped up in the other man's arms, completely ignoring his date he often clenched and unclenched his knuckles and quite brutally biting his tongue to prevent any nonsense to fall outside his mouth. He didn't like it.
He didn't like any of this.
He didn't like the envy overtaking him head to toe. He hardly grew fond of the pain tightening his chest moment to moment observing them. No, he didn't like it so he effortlessly attempted to ignore it.
Ignore it, simple.
Then why did he visualize dismantling the man holding Kagome's hand?
He attempted to ignore it once more. He couldn't, it was the complete opposite. Then he realized: When had he stopped playing?
True may it be he couldn't lie the underlying interest that blossomed into an obsession.
.,'.,' Ironic how you invoke this enchantment eating me inside out isn't it?.,'.,'
"W-What are you doing?" she gasped one night finding him outside her room wearing a stone cold expression covering his handsome features. Kagome halted, rooting herself to her spot. Kagome, since the first time, never witnessed such a frigid air on his person, accustom to a delightful Shuuichi lurking to this side of him is a whole new experience she quite frankly cowered from.
His dark clouded eyes pinned her a silent glare, she flinched at the receiving end. "You should know, I tried calling you but it seems you were much too occupied in Hojou's company."
Taken back by the depth his tone dipped in the complete opposite to his usually sweet welcoming warmth. He stepped in closing the door shut behind him. Kurama strode over to her his looming person towering her. Mildly sidetracked by her surprise she shook herself awake quickly recovering by placing a stern, more serious face. Did he come here to reproach her on something he absolutely held no bounds to? The deviant!
"How dare you! You have no right!"
"I think I very much do."
Loud shouts and accusations flung back and forth faster than gunfire. Kagome ended cornered against the wall by Kurama's advances, he entrapped her between his strong arms.
She sworn he looked bigger and fiercer. The imitation steeping in her damaged the carefully enforced self-security she worked so hard to built and now easily crumpling to shambles. He seemed so much taller and since when did his eyes lighten to gold?
A clawed tipped hand (claws?) slowly caressed her pale cheek, he somehow found himself entranced by the movement of skin against skin. The Youko's restraints snapped the moment he saw her cruising the streets hand and hand with the boy he grown to amazingly loath.
The possession swirling his flashing eyes stomped the ideas the girl lead on for awhile. In a low murmur she had to question him. "Who are you really?"
Leaning closer meeting nose to nose, his lips tilted up the corners cynically, he didn't seem to appear like Shuuichi any longer, his sultry voice retorted softly. "Why, I am Youko Kurama, my dear miko." Her eyes widen and his next action stunned her still when he pressed a kind kiss on her temple. He pulled back seating himself on a spare chair.
She sunk down to the floor astonished, her pretty face draining of it's healthy color. Not once did she introduce the topic nor showed proof of details she is a Priestess. He knew of her family's business as far from there she never slipped to him she practiced the position. Everything buzzed her mind, she tried to piece the puzzle together concluding "You're a demon, Shuuichi."
"Yes and it will be nice to be called Kurama from now on, my dearest Kagome." The smile disappeared turning into a more serious covering. "You will know in time."
She paled, bewildered under the newly acquired dread tightening her chest. Is he evil? Did he mean her harm? She sat there speechless.
.,'.,' I thought I knew you right, I thought I had you figured out .,'.,'
She avoided him outside of intense fear. She worried she might cause him harm. He got the utterly foul incorrect idea she despised him for being what he truly is.
"This won't do," he said one night as he walked to her house despite her wishes never to see him again. "This won't do at all, Kagome."
.,'., How is it one word causes immense pain by your beautiful lips?.,'.,
"Leave. I don't want to see you again."
She tried to slam the door in his face, he pushed the door open with ease preventing the action. Nothing in his person hiding the anger underneath. "I refuse to."
"Why?"
"I have no idea whatsoever."
.,'., The final test of truth comes to light. Now is the moment for answers .,.,
Pointing an arrow in the direction where the proud stunning creature widely recognized as the great Youko Kurama stood, trembling she held the bow and her numb nicked fingers clasped firmly around the feather tail of the arrow. She never strayed.
He remained there stoic and still. He stayed in his position composed, staring at the image the woman he identified and took for weak now showing her true colors in all her deadly grace.
The loud beating pounding inside his chest accelerated, his conscience doubting her upcoming decision including the outcome; will she shoot striking him down or will she…
The possibilities were endless.
"You tried to kill him, your friend!" her crackling voice shouted, she eyes shut closed pushing back the emerging tears. How can he be this way? How can he hurt his teammate Hiei? His closest friend!
His golden gaze bore into her. Kagome couldn't shake off the guilt and the sympathetic accusation pouring inside her. Why was it she felt like the enemy instead of the other way around? Betrayal prodded her bravery, her actions. She found Kurama pinning the unconscious youkai against the metal fence, vines roping him head to toe. Blood dripped everywhere, there was just so much blood.
So she panicked. Scared and stuck to her spot she pulled out the bow and arrow.
And angled it in his path. Aimed to strike.
The vines have retracted slithering snake-like around him, surrounding his glowing form. Hiei had fallen fast, landing harder than a rock on the crimson stained earth. Kagome gasped, her attention swinging to the dark demon quickly than switching back to him again.
"He isn't Hiei. He's an imposter trying to harm others. It's my job to seek the bad surrounding this world," he said with stern sincerity lacing his words. He'd hope she believe him but at this moment he was at a fix between confusion and doubt.
She began sweating and trembling, her lips quivering unsure what to say at this point. She didn't know whether to believe him, what if he was telling the truth? What if he's lying to her?
Their eyes locked and in an instant her hands loosen the grip on the bow. Her arrow and bow dropped on the ground with a crack.
Her head hanging low with tears dripping down her face she croaked very softly, "I can't do it." She knew it was the wrong thing to do, to let him go but she just couldn't slay him. Her heart swelled. "I can't do it," she wept harder.
His eyes narrowed on the fallen weapon, they slanted into thin slits. With a crack of his rose whip, to her surprise, he shot it forth coiling it around her waist in a tight inescapable wrap. She yelped as he yanked the whip fiercely pulling her to him where she slammed hard onto a steel hard chest.
He encircled his arms around her, holding her in place. He leaned forward dipping his lips next to her ear and whispered something which made her cry harder. Kagome embraced him back in return.
He never stopped till he somehow managed to ensnare her affections if anything he shoved too much of his she couldn't possibly deny the overwhelming empowerment.
Right now he dragged the silver teeth of the brush through the long raven tresses her hair spill from. He swept a thick lock behind and over her other shoulder. Leaning forward he planted a luscious feather kiss, he repeated this action combining a sensual massage on her scalp, teasing her with added kisses and nips for flavor. He adored the hazy gleam coloring her eyes.
He dragged his hot tongue up her heated rosy neck, her breath already erratic by his sneaky actions, he's aware how to touch her the way she enjoyed it. His teeth nipped and suckled at the soft earlobe as his hands wandered to her chest where he groped the soft ample bosom feeling her sharp tips poking through her thin shirt. She pushed back into his touch, her firm soft bottom brushing his awakened erection. He groaned on cue and he began grinding against her, panting slowly when the hot scalding sensation tingled him.
Since when had she been the first one to call for him?
How did she maintain the magic to enthrall him ever so?
Skilled hands touched her naked skin in languorous ways taking time to incite different reactions with each different stroke.
She held onto him. Her soft cries increasing in volume the faster and harder he pushed inside her.
Her head thrashed back as she arched for him wanting more of him.
Kurama hissed each instant he plunged into her delicious hot center.
.,'., To resist is futile. One cannot be complete without the missing piece to them..,'.,
Panting, he collapsed to his side holding her tight within his embrace. She glowed brightly, her shining, warm skin surrounding him. Her tiny quivering hands stroked up and down the trail of his spine along the way tracing his defined shivering muscles.
Her lips grazing his jaw line she whispered in his ear hoarsely, "Stay with me." She gasped it almost desperately.
He can feel her worry in her voice. Right now he cannot steer clear of his mind so instead remained silent only his lagged breathing beating the musky air inside the dark room. Shifting her when he caught his breath he stared down into her, resting his forehead against hers, his damp black hair framed his devilish expression. His raspy voice steeped down a deep octave he said "It's a deal as long as I can keep you forever." He didn't give her a chance to voice her answer he muffled her with his lips. Sealing her in a fervor filled kiss. He didn't need to hear her, he already knew she meant to say yes to him.
This necessity to have her beneath him, this need, this desire, this hunger to hold her, this craze to keep her standing beside him till the end of their days…
He decided she was his even after his death. And he hers.
Bathing under the strong light of the moon, the light poked through the thin curtain's slits inside the room shining down on the tableside next to the window, a vase filled with midnight roses opened up proudly casting its delicate beauty. A single black petal dropped alongside the shimmering vase.
The End.