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Finally Chapter 8 is up and running!

So find a nice comfy place to sit and read away!

And ALSO I want to make a note that I COMPLETELY REVAMPED… (again…lol)…THE THIRD CHAPPIE OF THIS STORY (and kind of the first and second...lol). I reread it and was appalled by it. So it just had to be redone. Therefore, you can either go back and read it...(or then..lol) before this chappie or read it afterwards. No biggie! I just hope that you do! Hehe! :D

Just a little reminder….

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Yu Yu HAKUSHO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT. (However, everybody else present within the story (Kiara, Megumi, Damious, etc…) are my original characters.)

AND

There happens to be and will be (in the near future) mature content (a.k.a lime and lemons). SO IF NOT PREPARED FOR THIS, DON'T READ MY STORY. Keep your innocence. (Hahaha LOL ^-^) ALSO, you should be made aware that there is profanity in this chapter and in all the other chapters that follow it.

And just to let you know, there may be times where I have characters portray their thoughts to you lovely readers. So if you see something italicized with ellipsis before and after it—whether it be a word or a sentence—that's a thought. Telepathy will also be italicized, but they will have dashes before and after what's being said instead of the ellipsis.

Thought: …I want ice cream!...

Telepathy: Kiara —Next fight, I make the shots!—

Megumi —In your dreams.—

Okay, now with everything said, ENJOY THE STORY! ^-^

Soul Mates!

Previously on Soul Mates:

Sighing deeply once more, Kuronue muttered, "Youko, my man, I hope you're having way more luck then I am bro. And for all our sakes," He looked down at his mate, his soul mate rather—which he was told he would never, ever have by the way—and smiled lightly as the wind blew away at her dark tresses. She looked so peaceful, asleep in his arms, no worries plaguing her mind. If only that were the truth. The only person he assumed she trusted in this world was on the very cusp of death, alone with a bandit who was known more so for his killings rather than the number of lives he might have saved, if any at all. And to be injured and unable to do anything about this, when one is used to responsibility and being in control at all times—like he assumed she definitely was—this must be tough on her. So Kuronue vowed that once she was fully healed, he would help her find her sister…if she wasn't dead by then.

Letting out the last breath of the night, Kuronue prayed. "Keep that girl alive Youko, please. Whatever you do, don't let her die."

Chapter 8: "Will be Mine in Order to Save"

Kiara could not believe the speed at which they were going, the branches as well as the foliage a blur, all meshed into one in a seamless flow of color. Never in her life had she traveled at such a speed, another testament to the profound power of this demon who held her close, huddled to his chest made of steel. And she had thought herself too fast for him.

She smiled lightly through the pain.

…He was too fast for me after all…

He had played her very well. And on any other day, Kiara would have ripped him a new one, maybe talk him to death literally as Megumi had put it earlier.

But…the pain, brought on by her fatal injury, consumed her, robbing her mind of all except one thought.

Her sister.

It hurt to move, even more so to breathe, the very action agitating the sword impaled right below her chest, a few centimeters away from her heart. She wanted the pain to cease, for her to be at peace once more, but even more than this she wanted to be with her sister.

"B-bring me bac—"

"Don't speak. Don't waste your breath." Youko growled, the vibrations producing an intimate hum that resonated throughout her body. "Conserve your energy and stay alive. That is all you should be worrying about." Eyes fiery red like liquid lava took hold over her own, rage and fury a living presence within. But even then, she was captivated by them, her new color-filled obsessions that accentuated a face that was truly sublime. With a keen, sharp nose, chiseled cheek bones, and perfectly full lips to match, this silver-haired demon possessed features any woman—or man—would desire. However, at this moment, Kiara's desires lay elsewhere.

Though barely audible at this point due to the intensity of the pain skyrocketing by the minute, Kiara sucked in what little energy she had left and demanded,"…T-ta..t-take..me..b-..back to m-my sister—"

This time Youko snarled loudly, not realizing he instinctively pulled her body closer to his own, running faster than he was before.

Unfazed by his outburst, Kiara tried again and would continue to do so until he obeyed her because she…couldn't be without her sister at a time like this.

"P-please, t-take me b-bb-ack to Megumi. I-II want-t to be with her before I—"

He took great care in the abrupt manner in which he stopped because with all that accelerating momentum, she felt not an ounce more pain than already inflicted. And it wasn't until he brought her down with him to kneel on the ground, that she realized that a thick wall of vines blocked any further movement.

Youko took his free hand and placed it on the lush earth beneath him. Closing his eyes, he concentrated demonic energy from within him through his hand and into the earth. Within seconds what was thought to have been an impenetrable wall of thick vines, untangled themselves with ease for Youko to enter. Holding Kiara once again with both arms, he walked through the opening, the vines resuming their former position.

She was growing weaker by the second, so after sprinting to one of his personal shelters, Youko found a perfect spot to lay her gently on her side, sheets of the finest silk placed underneath her.

Kiara could hear the heavy rush of the falling water, indicating a waterfall not too far away. The noise though loud was a distraction she welcomed with open arms as it gave her something to focus on besides the pain. Soon enough it became a soothing melody.

Her panting heavy now, Kiara could feel her body burning up. Ironically though, she began to shiver uncontrollably, her teeth chattering nonstop.

Youko took this time to undress her, removing the now sweat soaked tunic he gave her from her body. And then she lay bare before him still on her side, the only exception….a metallic sword embedded through her chest.

Kiara almost laughed. What was happening here? Was she really at deaths door without her sister, completely naked and impaled in the presence of an unknown, irritatingly lethal demon?

She hadn't contemplated the answer to her question when suddenly the front end of the sword protruding out from her chest was sliced off, only a centimeter of metal remaining.

…What the-…

He picked her up this time turning her to face him, her legs straddling him while his back was up against a stone wall, designed with an intricate ray of blue-green stones. Holding her upright against him, for she no longer had the energy to do so, he spoke and her heart practically stopped, leaving her for dead.

"W-what?"

"You will drink my blood. It will allow you to heal faster and repair your wound at a rate that won't leave you for dead."

Kiara's eyes said it all, a look of utter disbelief, disgust, and fear darkening those sapphire crystals. "H-have you los-st-t your—"

"No," Youko started, glaring at her. Highly irritated, he barked, "You must drink it or else you will die."

"I don't drink blood." She tried to shout, but only muttered, glaring right back. "I am n-not a demon."

"But yet you are the mate of one."

Kiara just stared at him, confusion working its way through her system.

"M-mate of-f one? I d-don't u-und-derstand—"

"Your scent woke my beast and he has now claimed you for its own. You are his and now mine, alone."

"A-are you crazy?" Kiara asked abruptly, anger and disbelief overriding the pain that now numbed her entire body. "Up-p until a few hours ago, you didn't even know I existed. You d-don't know a single thing ab-bbout me. And you got yourself involved in my sister's and I af-ffairs when I specifically told you not to only to take me away from her when I need her the most so that you can tell me something absolutely ridiculous like I-I'm your m-mate?" Youko wasn't sure she noticed, but tears now swam from her eyes to fall down her face, which was now pale, her entire body losing its color.

"Stop the bullshit. I c-can't….I—" The next second he attacked her lips with that of his own, pulling her closer to his body in a kiss that became hungry, but remained gentle, a feat he was not sure he was capable of performing.

The small remainder of the sword that exited the front of her chest pierced his skin drawing blood. But Youko paid it no mind, his goal only his mate and her heath.

So he slowly flicked his tongue over her lips. In response, she opened them ever so slightly, but that was enough for him to insert his tongue inside her mouth. At the invasion, she whimpered, which rocked him to his core, a pleasure induced shock traveling down his abdomen to land at the tip of his cock causing it to twitch in want of its mate. Withdrawing seconds later to lick her plush red lips one more time, Youko tilted her head back mindful of her heavy panting so that she had no choice but to look at him.

"Don't you ever insult me by proclaiming that I am incorrect about you being my mate. My beast knows you, knows exactly who was birthed of its soul, and who is an integral part of his very existence. The instant he became aware of you, there was no going back. You can no longer live without him, without me, a direct result of the irreversible connection between mates born of the same soul. And as a result, our bond is the reason behind the actions we have initiated that for the most part have been against our own will or better judgment."

"No." Kiara whispered with her eyes wide open. Her fear a living thing, permeating the air between them as her mind began to consider his words, although every bone in her body willingly rejected it. "I-I do not w-want to be a mate. I w-wasn't…I wasn't meant to be one. I can't be yours, especially now that I'm about to—"

The last of her words never made it past her throat. It was stuck, cutting her circulation as she saw amber gold rapidly switch to a bright red, angry as hot as the sun surrounded by the dark of night. He growled at her, the sound flowing through her. Fear and something entirely new vibrated through every cell she owned.

"I do not particularly care for your thoughts nor do I care whether you want to be a mate or not. But remember this very carefully," Youko warned, bringing her face closer to his own, now a mere breath away from each other. "You. Are. Mine. Whether it be your will or not. And as your mate, I will do what is necessary to protect you and at this moment save you. So you will not die. Instead you will drink." And at his command, he removed his hand from her hair, cut his skin open above one of his main arteries, the carotid—an access point made at his neck—and forced her mouth to the opening.

…No! Stop!... She cried from within. But all her efforts to stop him were in vain. He had her mouth over his wound in seconds and was forced to drink his life's blood.

After the third gulp, Kiara was ready to puke. What kind of animal was she to drink his blood? And what kind of monster was he to make her do so?

Silent tears wet Kiara's face as she took in another gulp of blood then another and another…

Youko groaned then growled, the second she drew harder on his neck, the sound deep, rich and low. Unawares of her actions, Kiara soon found herself practically mounting the silver demon, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

There was a dreadful aching need that began to consume her. So much so that his blood was all she began to think about. All she wanted. So she ground her nude self against him in order to get close to him, wanting as much as she could take.

Youko groaned in pleasure, his mate's movements making him wish he could have his way with her and fuck her real good. But even he wasn't a completely dick. Or rather his need to tend to the wellbeing of his mate wouldn't let him be so at the moment.

Placing a firm hand on her head and locking her to him with his free arm, Youko restricted her movements…for both their sakes. But even then, she moved under the strength of his hold, the friction between them unbearable.

Youko growled low and instinctively bucked his hips to meet her greedy sex. The pressure of it on his cock was a pleasure that threatened to dismember his entire body. Eyes now completely red with gold-amber irises illuminating the cave, Youko's restraint began to wane. He wanted her sex. He wanted it like the very breath he breathed, itching to claim her and drive his shaft in her with no remorse. But no matter how blinding his lust, his need to care for her once again prevailed and so he released her to dig his claws in the hard ground at his sides.

Kiara continued to drink from Youko, moaning her pleasure as she took life giving blood from him. Holding herself in place against him, she never stopped grinding her body against his. She was in a catastrophic frenzy drinking him while searching for release. She moaned, whined, and whimpered and it moved Youko closer and closer to insanity. But the tipping point was her sex. It was dripping wet and she was close. So close to reaching the point of climax, her moans and whimpers now muffled screams of pleasure as she sucked him dry.

Youko's claws dug into the earth with an even greater force. A force so great blood oozed from minor wounds at his fingertips.

It was unbearable. The pleasure that consumed him, ate at him… Then in that very instant, her mouth reluctantly left his neck to let out a piercing scream, a signal along with her tremors of her hard core release.

She stayed in position, breathing heavily. And then slumped against him or rather in his arms, which he practically dug out from the ground. Stabilizing his heart rate to calm himself, Youko used one hand to hold Kiara against him while he used the other to gather salvia from his mouth and close the wound. Her ravishing would temporarily leave a mark on his neck, but surprisingly he could care less. He did his duty and his beast was well appeased.

-Mate. Care for her. Never leave alone. She is ours. Mine! Nobody else's.—

And Youko agreed. She was his to have. And not a damn being in this world could do anything about it. Not even herself.

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And OMG our Kiara!? Will she survive the blood transfusion and if so what's to happen now that she's met her mate? And speaking of mates, next chappie will dive in into Kuronue's and Megumi's situation. So stay tuned and watch out for it!

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