The final chapter in this little three-shot.
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It had been six months. Six long and intolerable months since she had last seen the spirit fox. She was forced to endure the horrid advances of her new 'husband'. Of course, whenever she felt as though she was about to give in, young Asami would remember the fox's words. It gave her just enough hope to fight off the Crow Prince. But even Asami was reaching her limit.

Asami let out a depressed sigh, "I told him not to keep me waiting for too long…" She pushed open the window, "But it's been six months already." The warm breeze drifted into the dimly lit room. She leaned onto the windowsill, arms crossed in a sulking fashion. It was a nice summer night. The moon was full and the sky was clear. Fireflies sparkled in the distant. A beckoning call to any lost souls.

"Ah-Sami!" The annoying voice of a familiar man reached her ears, "Let me in, my dear!"

"Absolutely not, you vile male specimen!" She pushed herself away from the window and gave a huff of disobedience.

"You can't stay barricaded in your room forever, my dear!" He growled, his footsteps fading as he distanced himself from the room.

"We'll see," She mumbled.

Thank goodness for separate rooms. It was the one condition she had demanded if she were to live under the same roof as that disgusting man. She pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, directing her gaze back out the window. How long would she be forced to endure this? Asami let out a dreaded sigh as she turned to her bed. It was better not to dwell on it for too long. It just served to make her feel less at ease.

She collapsed onto the soft mattress, shutting her eyes to the world around her.

"Don't forget me…" She muttered into the fabric of the sheets.

The night was lonely without him.

The scent of roses wafted through the air. It was a compelling scent as the slumbering girl began to awaken. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with confusion. Exhausted as she was, Asami forced herself to sit up. For a moment, she feared she just might be trapped in some kind of dream. Not only was her bed and floor, and practically everything, covered in white and red rose petals, but floating about her room were large glowing orbs.

Will-o'-wisps.

"What the…" She flung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet dancing against the velvet petals as she stood up. There was a slight fear growing in the pit of her stomach.

"What's going on here?" She shouted, her voice quivering with each word.

Something moved within the silent shadows. She could barely keep up with its steady movements. This creature was quick. It served to only frighten her more. Without warning, a haze of dizziness filled her mind. She strained to stay focused on the creature encircling her. Her body began to ache. It didn't make sense. It was then that she came to realize it was the spiritual pressure the creature was emitting. A terrifying force.

She stumbled backwards, automatically losing her balance in the process. Of course, he wasn't about to let her smash her head on the floorboards. Strong arms encircled her from behind. Her body was so fragile next to his muscular build.

But he noted she had developed quite well in the six months they had been apart.

The urge he had been fending off for so long was creeping up on him. She squirmed within his grasp. The little miss was physically weak, but her willpower was remarkable. A smirk of satisfaction slithered onto his lips.

Her eyes were dazed as she tried to make out the figure that held her. She didn't identify him, but that recognizable warmth of familiarity was there. It was a confusing emotion.

Asami became limp in his arms. Like a breakable doll, he'd need to treat her with care. But that need was begging to be released. Oh, and how it was a violent need. He moved with grace. Elegant in his own right. This was something he couldn't restrain any longer. And why should he? There was a bed conveniently near by.

In one swift motion, he deposited the woman onto the mattress. She lay there, staring at him with clouded eyes. His eyes traced her chest as it rose and fell in a steady motion. The fox's lips curved up into a wicked smirk as he crawled onto the soft mattress. Long fingernails pressed against her cheek, "Do you remember me?" He leaned his lips down to her ear, "Tell me you haven't forgotten already..." His golden obs watched as her lips moved, smirking as he realized his spiritual pressure might have made her a temporary mute. So he eased up a bit. Asami let out a gasp, as if she had been suffocating. But he knew better. The poor lass just wasn't used to such high energy.

"Who are you?" She breathed out, her eyes searching his face for an answer.

A tinge of irritation glinted in his eyes, "So you don't remember?" He towered over her with a sneer on his lips, "Listen to my voice, little woman. Does it sound familiar to you?" It took a few extra minutes, but her eyes became to widen with realization. "But it can't be!" She squeaked out. Abruptly, she brought her hands up to cup his face within them, "Fox? Is that really you?" He smirked, "That's not my name." The man leaned down to hover a few inches away from her lips, "You may call me Youko." Being aware of how close he was to her, made her feel a new sensation within her stomach.

And then Asami acted on it.

The usually naive and timid girl, pushed herself up, crushing her lips against his. Needless to say, Youko was stunned by her sudden aggressive behavior. Oh, but god, he wanted more. His hands gripped her forearms, nails digging into her flesh. Despite the slight sting of pain, she never let up. Youko rolled to the side, bringing Asami with him. He laid on his back, his tail moving to wrap around the girl's waist. It was amazing how their lips never parted.

The need was growing.

Youko's hands glided along her sides until he cupped her nice little tush, giving it a hard squeeze. The gesture earned an 'eep' from the girl. As her lips parted, the needy fox thrust his hungry tongue inside, exploring with a violent touch. She mumbled something into the kiss, but it was dismissed with the muffle of his own response. He pulled her body firmly against his own. He groaned into the mouthwatering kiss, the urge was becoming irresistible. Abruptly, he yanked his lips from hers. She gave him a perplexed look. Before she could even utter 'what's wrong', Asami found herself under the devious fox. His hands moved with such haste, such want, as he stripped her of her barrier of clothes. The girl couldn't even protest if she had wanted to.

Tonight he would satisfy those wicked urges.

Hours later the sun was creeping up over the towering mountains and clustered trees. She lay asleep, exhausted from their night of intense emotions. Youko laid on his side, facing the naive woman, his elbow propping him up enough to allow him to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. Those golden hues danced over her curled up figure. Her hair was disheveled as it flowed over her glistening body. Her breathing steady as she was unaware of his intentions. He moved to push away a stray piece of hair from her mouth. Those lips that he had craved for for so long were as tantalizing as he had thought. He licked his own.

"You naive little wench," He mocked with a hint of weakness hidden behind his words. He traced his nail over her lips, "Did you actually think I would rescue you?" Youko laid his head on the pillow, his face a few inches from hers. "Why would I be your knight in shining armor?" His hand rested on her cheek as he drew himself closer to her sleeping form, "I prefer mature women. So I don't know why I stopped to play with you."

Youko leaned his forehead against hers, his ears flattening down.

"It was fun being your first... Unfortunately, I won't be your last." His voice had dropped to a whisper, "So naive, so petty."

The fox demon felt something tugging at his heart. It irritated him greatly. Hurriedly, he pulled himself away from her. Distance is what he needed the most now. Or perhaps not. Either way, he would put it between them. Whether he enjoyed it or not. Youko pushed himself off the bed, snatching up his strewn garments, and dressing himself with great haste. He cast a glance over his shoulder towards her curled up form. Pulling out a neatly folded paper, he casually placed it on the end table. His heart cringed when he opened the window. He bit his lip as he fought the urge to stay.

But he couldn't. And he wouldn't.

Youko willed himself to disappear into the rising sunlight. She wasn't worth it. He couldn't risk it.

And when she finally awoke. She would find his note. Her reaction, he didn't know. But he had wrote;

It was over before it began.