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Chappie No. 11 of To Be As One!

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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.)

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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 DO IT! DON'T YOU DARE READ MY STORY. KEEP YOUR INNOCENCE! (Hahaha LOL ^-^) ALSO, you should be made aware that there may—most likely will—be profanity in this chapter and in all the other chapters that follow it.

OH! By the way, there may be times where I have characters portray their thoughts to you readers. Their thoughts will be italicized or bolded with ellipses before and after the thought.

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To Be As One

Previously on To Be As One…

Using a free hand, Youko lightly slid a finger over each brow, taking turns to gently run them over. And then he also growled to her, softly, wanting the vibrations in his chest to sooth her to peace.

His mate had showed him strength that many would never acquire over a lifetime. The fact that she lasted as long as she did was a testimony to her inner power and to her lineage as a water bender. And this trait along with the many others he had yet to discover was what made her an undeniable woman to have as a mate. Many like Malacus would be after her and indefinitely challenge him to make her theirs. But let them try. He'll do to them what he did to Malacus and more.

Thoughts taking a nasty turn, Youko's growling shifted suddenly and became fierce, the vibrations deep and angry, no longer soothing at all.

But then he felt a tug in the back of his mind. A familiar light caress he was starting to know quite well and the anger in him disappeared.

It was Raisha, his mate. She was connecting with him, possibly without her knowledge and he figured in reaction to the sudden change in him. And though her presence was weak, he could feel her determination, care and appreciation, which resonated within his entire body. Did she honestly just relay such emotions to him while unconscious?

Leaving this question to be solved another day, Youko wrapped a protective arm around Raisha, his face buried right beside her head. He took a deep breath and savored her scent, taking comfort from the very fragrance that drew him to her.

"Save your energy and heal." He muttered, talking right into her silky golden-brown tresses.

After checking the perimeter and making sure his mate was okay, then and only then did Youko finally drift into a light slumber.

Chapter 11: "Never To Be Mine"

Fire.

It was everywhere, all around her, engulfing every single part of her…alive. And she could not do a single thing about it.

The scorching flame. It burned her right to her bones and she soon realized its origin. It escaped from the very depths of her now rapidly beating heart, spreading like a raging storm through every vessel in her body, invading every cell.

Panic then gripped her heart tightly with its ugly, bare hands. She opened her mouth to scream, but fear and a lack of air stopped her, robbing her of the opportunity.

What was happening to her? Never had she ever felt such a vicious heat consume her whole, her body temperature raised to a deadly degree.

Was she dying? It felt so.

A single tear freed itself without permission, falling ever so slowly down the side of her face. Closing her eyes, she turned her head over to her right, ready to bury her face as well as her oncoming tears within the bed she realized she now rested on.

For some reason, she didn't want to leave this world. Not now. Not just yet.

She did contemplate it once or twice before. But despite the tragedies of her past and her on-the-run lifestyle, there was so much she wanted to do. So much she wanted to see and be.

So she would fight this! Beat death! But as she took in a breath, the scent of earth, spice and…roses assaulted her. And as a result, her body reacted violently. First, she was chilled to her core as if thrown into a lake of frigid ice to only then be thrown into a worse flame then before, one with a heat to match that of a volcanic magnitude.

Raiyna quickly spun over, needing to scream out the pain inflicted upon her by this unrelenting flame. But as if it never came, the flame vanished the very second her skin fell upon that of another. The owner of the earth, spice, and roses.

Shocked and in a daze, it took her awhile to register that moment, but the instant she did, she couldn't help herself. She moved upon him with quick haste and rested her body over that of the owner of that intoxicating scent.

For what felt like the longest time she just laid against him, no longer in pain, the flames seeming to be forever extinguished. But suddenly a different kind of burning roared to life within her. It started in the pit of her gut then spread like wildfire throughout her entire body.

This burning caused no pain, however. Not like the first or second. Instead she felt….drugged, her entire being now luke warm by the burning sensation. She became aware of everything, of the clothing on her body and that covering the one she was on from the waist down.

Becoming hypersensitive, she wanted it off. Her clothes. His. They were an obstruction to what she did not know, but desperately needed to find out for the burning was relentless and would not let her do otherwise. So she moved off him, practically whimpering at loss of contact. She quickly undid her robe and let it fall past her shoulders. She shivered as a consequence, the air caressing her now exposed honey, brown skin. Her nipples harden and she stifled a moan, needing to focus. She wanted him exposed as well. But she couldn't wait. They ached, her nipples. Ached to be touched. To be soothed. And so placed herself back on him.

This time she couldn't help herself and let it out. She moaned out loud in pure bliss, the feeling of her skin against his too good to be true. She wanted more of this. Needed it desperately. So she began to move her body against his, loving the friction and heat between them.

Suddenly a low, unconscious growl vibrated from the depths of Youko's chest. She cried out in return due to the sensation of the vibrations against her hard nipples. How she desperately needed them to be soothed. And so she rubbed her aching breasts against his chest over and over again. And as a result the growling grew deeper, louder.

Her nerves were in a frenzy. Every breath, every movement she made she felt ten times over and the pleasurable burning inside her never lessened. It grew making her yearn for something she was not yet aware of. But she had no time to think about it, her thoughts now preoccupied by something hard that pressed itself intimately against her nether region. Confused she wrapped strong legs around his waist, ready to sit up and straddle him, but the instant she moved to do so the pressure against her opening was too much for her to bare. A burst of sensation took hold of her body and she screamed her pleasure into his chest, holding on to him for dear life.

"Raisha?" Youko moved slightly, stirring from his slumber and a deep-filled moan escaped from Raisha's mouth. The movement added to the wave of pleasure that continued to assault her body. And so she then began to instinctively push her pelvic region down against him, gyrating slowly against his cock.

Youko was now wide awake, amber orbs observing the scene before him.

"Fucking….Shit." Youko forcefully whispered under his breath, as his mate began to gyrate against him even harder, while sucking his right nipple.

Six days had passed since he had arrived at the healer's home with Raisha in his arms, practically at deaths door. And although she was undergoing a speedy recovery—her injury now close, her scar nearly gone—this entire healing process was not easy. Every few hours or so, Youko had to restrain his mate from either taking his blood or having sex with him, both of which was crazy and against his very nature, but necessary for both he and Raisha to refrain from becoming fully mated.

Youko knew trying to stop their mating would be difficult. Extremely difficult. And so to dampen his lust he tried everything he could think of. Even herbs he made from ingredients borrowed from the witch. Youko ultimately had to bind his hands and feet with non-lethal poisonous vines dressed with thorns just so that he would not touch Raisha as she slept silently beside him.

But every time she woke with an insatiable hunger, it grew in magnitude and threatened to tear his resolve to shreds.

After sucking the life out of his left nipple—just like she did to the right—Raisha found a new target.

His neck.

Sliding up to reach it, Raisha ran her tongue up his neck line and Youko couldn't help himself. He bucked against her, hard, earning a pleasure filled scream from his mate. She then began to move faster against his cock, loving the friction the pressure against her opening gave her.

If it wasn't for his restrains, Youko would have penetrated Raisha days ago. He needed to clear his mind and let the pain from the sting of the poisonous thorns do so. But all was lost, when she found the junction between his neck and shoulder and sucked him hard. Youko bucked his hips against hers again and again, meeting her with every deep, hungry stride she made. She moaned louder, her cries driving him insane. With every passing moment, she increased her speed, needing more, wanting more! And then he felt it, Raisha's sharp teeth taking a bite out of him, piercing his skin.

Within seconds, Youko broke from his vines, flipped Raisha over, and pinned her down beneath him with both hands locked above her in one of his.

Raisha whimpered, then began to growl at him, her rage due to the sudden break in contact.

"Raisha." He started, trying to catch her attention, but knowing all too well it was futile. His mate was unaware of what she was doing, unaware of what was happening to her. All she knew was the burning need to finish what was started…their mating bond.

But they could not. Over the past six days, Youko was a war with himself. His body telling him one thing while his rational mind—when rational—said another. But regardless, his mind was already set. He would not allow their mating to come to pass. She would be a liability he did not want. And his status would only endanger her life.

She began to fight him, wanting release. And how he wished he could give her that. It was getting harder and harder to control himself. Making his mate orgasm one after the other until she passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up and start this whole cycle again 4-6 hours later. Youko wasn't sure he'd make it through this round. And he was almost there. One more day and the lust between them would dampen for the time being. So he continued to call her name in the hopes she would fight past the lust and come to her senses, even though the chances of that happening was slim to none.

"Raisha. Raisha, look at me." She paid him no mind, continuing to fight him, growling out her frustration. He had to tighten his grip both around her wrist and around her waist to lock her in place and doing so had him rubbing against her in all the right places, which caused her to moan in ecstasy. She arched her body to increase contact and Youko growled both in pleasure and irritation.

Using a hand to keep her body flat against the bed, Youko uttered, "Raisha. Focus!" And miraculously she did. Sapphire gems as blue as the sea, locked on him without faltering.

"Raisha?" He muttered, slight shock evident in his voice, in his features. Had she come to her senses?

She took a while to respond and all that time her eyes never left him. She opened her mouth then called for him. "Youko?" She muttered back, her voice barely a whisper.

Youko couldn't believe it. Somehow she had broken through the mating frenzy. To test his theory, Youko slowly released her wrists. Once free, she remained in the position with bother her hands still above her head. She hadn't attacked him.

"Youko?" She inquired once more, this time her voice was audible and soft. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Youko brought a hand down her face, in a motion to soothe her mounting worry.

"Everything is alright. You're fine. You're healing is nearly complete."

She drew her arms into her body, suddenly aware of her nudity. Her arms did little to cover her generous breasts, but Youko ignored the motion and continued on, "Raisha. Do you remember anything?"

Her brows furrowed once more at his question. What was there to remember?

But suddenly she felt a burning sensation start below her naval only to travel up and consume her heart. She began to pant, her body temperature rising and without reason, she found her body moving on its own, a hand shooting up to grab a fistful of silver strands in a tight grip. She brought Youko down to her and devoured him, kissing him with a desperation that was bordering starvation.

She couldn't get enough of him, in her mouth, fast enough. Her tongue diving past his lips, to tangle with his own, his taste a lethal aphrodisiac. Youko gave a wild growl that made her absolutely wet to the core. She rocked her sex against him and she moaned at contact, repeating the action over and over again, needing to experience that all time high.

But first she needed to cater to her thirst, which gripped her by the throat ready to suffocate her. Raisha felt as if she would die without it. She needed it now. His blood.

And so she dove for his neck, piercing him deeper than before. This time he wasn't able to heal himself fast enough and blood seeped through. One gulp of his blood and she was in pieces, reaching a climatic high that was short lived, however.

"NO!" Youko bellowed and within seconds ripped her from his neck, using his other hand to cover the wound and temporarily stop the blood flow. He wasn't sure what kept her frozen in place, but she did not move. She just stared at him with large eyes filled with a thousand and one emotions.

Using this time to his advantage, he wiped away the remaining blood that seeped through and used his salvia to close the wound shut.

So much for breaking through the mating frenzy.

He hadn't seen her coming.

Anger gripped Youko hard and it was all targeted at himself for letting his guard down. But with its magnitude so great, he let this very anger slip into his voice as he spoke.

"You are never to take my blood because we will never be mated. Understand!"

Raisha's eyes reflected her confliction, but Youko continued on. "You are a liability to me." She flinched, slightly. "And our bond will only endanger your life." He finished off, his anger lessening by the second.

Raisha looked at him until her eyes began to water and then she turned from him, unable to keep contact any longer.

Youko sighed heavily, feeling like shit.

Mates never rejected one another. It strictly did not happen. For this to come to pass would be a huge disgrace to the partner who was rejected for there was no greater mortification than being told by the one you were destined to be with that he or she didn't want you.

"Raisha—"

"Fine." She whispered. ...I will seek it elsewhere!…

She did not speak the rest. She didn't have to because Youko heard it in the back of his mind. And before he could react, he was punched in the stomach, the force of it sending him off of her and across the room.

Raisha examined her body just then. Where had this new found strength came from? She had no clue where. Maybe it originated from the raging fury that filled her heart. But no matter where it came from, she was thankful for it.

Standing off the bed, Raisha felt an overwhelming sense of vertigo, placing a hand on her stomach and one in space in order to balance herself. She let it pass before raising her hand. Water suddenly came bursting out from the sink in the bathroom and she turned it into ice in order to trap Youko up against the wall.

"RAISHA!" He bellowed in warning, bulging muscles ready to shatter the ice into millions of pieces. Already a crack in the ice was forming.

But it was too late. She was already gone, out of the house on a quest to sate the burning hunger that threatened to consume her whole with blood of another.

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