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The first chappie of TO BE AS ONE hasn't really changed. I just fixed a few sentences or two—actually, that's not exactly true, but it's close to it…hehehe—So by all means feel free to re-read it again!

I still plan to go far with this one….VERY FAR….so don't abandon me or it, okay! Lmaoooooo ^-^

Oh I almost forgot,

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Yu Yu HAKUSHO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT. (However, everybody else present within the story (Raisha, Sheena, Habaki, 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.

Okay, now with everything said, (or so I hope anyway -_-?) ON TO THE STORY! ^-^

Enjoy!

To Be As One

Chapter 1: "Heist"

"Youko, where are you going?" A groggy, feminine voice uttered.

"Out." Youko said, his voice monotone. He began fixing his white tunic over his muscular body which was disheveled due tohis recent activities with this female whom he couldn't quite remember the name of. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought, standing up to leave.

"But Youko, can't you stay a bit longer?" The female asked in a seductive voice. She got off the bed and slowly walked up to him, stopping behind his back. Hugging him from behind, she pulled him closer to her naked body loving the sensation he gave her. "I could make you feel good all over again."

Youko snorted.

"That's tempting, but I have places to go, things to do, and people to see and do other than you."

Pulling himself from the female's arms, Youko walked out of her room without so much as a backwards glance.

"Arrrghhhh! Youko, you fucking bastard! Why won't you just stay with me!" The now angered female yelled. She picked up a glass vase, throwing it against the door Youko had just exited through. This action helped to cool her down. But it didn't quite satisfy her. Youko Kurama always seemed to infuriate her. And quite frankly she was starting to hate him for that.

However, for the past year that she had known him, Sheena—which is the name of the female Youko had forgotten—had fallen for the bandit…real HARD.

Since the moment she saw him, she knew she wanted him all for herself. No one else would do. But heck, who wouldn't want him? He was pure perfection and a wild animal in bed. She smiled at the thought, totally forgetting about her anger.

At the beginning, Sheena had purely lusted for Youko, longing to be taken over and over again by that gorgeous silver fox. But as he began to repeatedly seek her company, she began to feel more than just lust. Feelings she only wished would be reciprocated back to her, came forth.

Sheena let out a huge sigh. She would do anything to have Youko Kurama in her arms. Or have him see her as she does him. Or even have him desire her as she wholeheartedly desires him. But she knew this would never be. That fox demon was a coldhearted bastard. He never showed his true emotions, even in the passion-filled night he just had with her. To him, she knew she was only another partner that he could fuck when he got bored. But the fact that he sought her out more than any other had to mean something. Right?

This whole situation was driving her insane, wishing he was here right now to sate her burning desire for him. But before she could do anything about it, a knock was heard at her door. Furrowing her brows in confusion she asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Habaki. Can I come in?" Sheena scrunched her face in disapproval. That "Can I come in" meant "Can we please do it?" And quite frankly she had not an ounce of interest fucking this buffoon who constantly kept knocking on her door. But then she realized she could use him to her advantage. Right now she had an itch that needed to be scratched and if Youko wasn't going to scratch it then this male would have to do. Without another thought, Sheena replied, "Sure, the door's open."

NEXT SCENE

"Youko, my man! Where ya been?" A deep, rich male voice inquired, as Youko stepped through the entrance of his hide out.

He looked at his comrade-slash-only friend with a bored expression and said, "Out."

The male laughed and grinned, saying, "'Out' in 'Youko language' technically means that you were fucking some chick, doesn't it?" Youko continued to walk past him, looking through what seemed like the kitchen area to find something edible to eat.

Kuroune followed and said, "I'll take your silence as a yes."

Not bothering to look at him, Youko asked, "Did Yomi locate the coordinates of our next raid?"

"Yeah, he did actually. He got back this morning and told me to tell you that he found the Sapphire necklace of the legendary Four Kings accompanying other priceless artifacts in a castle that now belongs to the Emperor of the Sha village, which is run by the humans now. If we were to leave mid-day we would definitely get there by nightfall, which would be a plus for us since he said there was tight security. But I figure it's nothing we can't handle." Kuroune uttered, grinning from ear to ear in excitement. Youko could feel the eagerness coming off of his companion in dramatic waves. Kuroune was always up for a heist, but most importantly he loved to fight, never letting an opportunity to kick some ass pass him by.

A small, half smile graced Youko's features at the thought, but it soon vanished as he turned around to acknowledge his friend. Crossing his arms, Youko replied, "Sounds good. So gather all of our men and tell them to be here in the next two hours, no more, no less."

Kuroune uttered a "Yes, sir!," performing a salute before turning to leave to his new appointed task.

"Kuroune." Youko said in a flat tone.

"Yes, your highness!" Kuroune answered with a sly grin.

Ignoring the hated nickname, Youko replied, "When you do find the men, tell them 'No excuses' or else they'll be setting an appointment with Vena. I mean it this time around."

Kuroune cringed at the thought of Youko's new plant killer…literally speaking. Youko Kurama's specialty in plants was no joke and he recently made a new plant….or rather a new creature that he called Vena, his Venus Fly Trap. That thing was incredibly huge and lethal. The minute it sensed anything, it caught it, sucking the life right out of it with no mercy. Only Youko could get close enough and not be unharmed. Dismissing the thoughts that were currently swarming through his head, Kuroune replied, "When do you never mean it."

"Kurou—"

Raising his hands up in defeat, Kuroune quickly muttered, "Okay, okay, I'm going man." And with that said he left the hideout to do his duty.

Alone now, Youko made his way to his room which—by the way-couldn't be found by anyone else except Kuroune. He didn't trust his men entirely to tell them of it.

Once inside, he unclothed himself and entered his private springs located in a room towards his left. As he eased himself into the steaming water, he breathed a sigh of relief. The hot water soothed his aching joints and muscles, allowing him to be at ease—for the time being anyway.

Resting his head against a boulder, he closed his eyes, using this time to enjoy himself since this may be the only time to do so. Living the life of a bandit was hard work that kept you on your toes 24/7.

Tonight, he would once again—with the help of his men—steal priceless treasures meant for the taking.

Youko smirked.

This necklace he was about to possess had been of interest to him for quite some time. He would savor the moment he held it in his hand, signaling another victory. The devastation on those humans faces once they realized that their precious necklace was his would only add to his triumph. Youko shivered in anticipation, barely able to contain himself.

Once he finished bathing, he stepped out of his sanctuary, making his way back into his room.

Wrapping a robe around himself, he walked over to the back of his bed, and pushed a button. In about three seconds flat, a door opened on the wall, which his bed rested against.

Aware that no one was around, Youko slipped through it, descending down a spiral set of stairs that seemed to go on endlessly.

When he finally reached the bottom, he was greeted by three other doors—each leading into a different room.

Removing a seed from his hair, Youko fused his demonic energy into it, allowing the seed-slash-plant to turn into a key that was made for the third door, on his right. He advanced towards it and unlocked it, entering the room.

Once inside, several candles lit the room in a soft whisper.

Youko stepped in further, smiling to himself.

In front of him lay an array of artifacts, jewels, and treasures. There were mountains upon mountains of treasures resting here. Youko looked at them all with much admiration. This was the meaning to his life. Stealing treasures from all over the world, made him feel alive. It's the only thing he cared about—with the exception of Kuroune though he would die before saying that out loud to anyone.

This was what made him whole.

Or so he thought.

Youko frowned. If thievery and his treasures made him whole, complete, alive….why does he feel such emptiness? Why does he ache for something other than his heists? Why does he feel incomplete?

For the past year or so, this sense of uneasiness became a constant issue. Youko tried to dismiss the feeling, using every method possible—increasing the number of raids per month, fighting or training with his men at least three times a day, having sex with random women at least five times a day—but nothing seemed to work.

Actually, performing in all those 'activities,' caused the emptiness to heighten, practically becoming unbearable at times. Truly unbearable.

On various occasions, Youko couldn't sleep. He would get night sweats and be on edge all the time. He also would—at random times of the day—feel like rutting nonstop for no apparent reason, as if his hormones were on overdrive. Youko would also feel unusually tired at random moments, even after waking up from a rested sleep. It was as if he hadn't slept at all.

In regards to the rutting, Youko, at first, had no problem with it. But over time, rutting with different females made him emptier than ever before. He tried visiting the same female on many occasions—hoping this would be the solution to his problem—but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Youko raised a hand to his heart, rubbing it to soothe the ache that burned there.

Something was wrong with him and he needed it fixed. Fast.

Realizing the time, Youko left the room, locking it behind him as he ascended those spiraling stairs, entering his bedroom once again.

The moment he set foot back into his room, a knock was heard at the door.

It was Kuroune.

Without looking up, he said, "Come in."

Peaking head first from the hall, Kuroune announced, "All your men are ready to leave, Youko."

With a nod, Youko replied, "Excellent. I will be out there shortly."

Though Youko's back was facing him, Kuroune could feel tension and exhaustion radiating from Youko's body. Concerned, Kuroune asked, "Yo, Youko! You okay, man?"

"I'm fine, Kuroune." He said without emotion, as usual.

Not convinced, Kuroune persisted. "Well I don't believe you, man. What's been buggin ya? You haven't been yourself lately—"

"I said I'm fine. Just leave. I'll be ready in five."

"But—" Kuroune started.

"Kuroune!" Youko said with a stern tone that left no room for argument. It held a threatening undertone that caused Kuroune to back down.

"All right man I'm going. Sheesh." Kuroune mumbled as he made his way back out the door. But before he left he said, looking back, "But just to let you know… when this raid is over, I don't care if I have to strap you down myself, you will tell me what's going on with you, whether you like it or not." With that said, Kuroune left, slamming the door behind him.

Youko let out another breath. He shouldn't have been so harsh toward Kuroune, who was just genuinely concerned for him. Kuroune was a brother to him, always there when needed and when not needed at all. Out of all the people that may have betrayed or hurt Youko over the years, Kuroune was never among them nor did Youko every think he would be.

If Kuroune was acting out of character, Youko would without a doubt be concerned as well—though, once again, he would never let it be known to the public. Making note to apologize to him later, Youko quickly suited up, ready to retrieve what was his for the taking.

Leaving his room, Youko sped down the hallways of his labyrinth of a hideout, entering the main room, where his men gathered up for all sorts of occasions. At the sight of Youko, some of his men greeted him with great admiration, while the majority of his men remained distant, admiring him from afar. Youko knew most—if not all—feared him and what he was capable of. And he couldn't blame them; he was the most ruthless bandit ever to exist. Shrugging the thought away, Youko called everyone's attention.

"I assume you all know the plan for tonight's raid. I expect only the best from you men, nothing less than the best. You all must be on your guard at all times or you will die. But of course you already know that." He finished with an evil grin.

Youko could smell the fear that saturated the room, not because of the comment, but because of his expression. Fully energized now, Youko was ready for this raid and ready to kill anyone who got in the way of his prize. Sensing Youko's eagerness, Kuroune smirked and without a second thought yelled, "Let's go men!"

With a roar of excitement, Youko and his bandits left their abode to do what they do best.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooo! How do you like the beginning!?

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